One thing most if not all of us have in common is that we’re constantly looking to get inspired. Inspiration isn’t something that can be forced, it has to flow from within. This is why, just like the seasons, I go through moments of drought. Moments where just like the flowers at the end of their time, inspiration comes to die, an endless cycle of resurrection. Knowing this has brought me comfort during the times where I felt empty, uninspired and grey, trusting that with enough water, sun and love the seeds of live would bring forth new growth, resulting in beautiful concepts, creations and manifestations.
For a moment in life I worried I had completely lost all inspiration. …