With my legs
crossed right over left and my hands placed comfortably in my lap, I sat in the
main sanctuary. As Monday morning had come yet again, I found myself feeling as
if I had never left the building. I sat and listened to the turning pages of
the Siddurim, a cough here and there, but mostly, I listened to silence. My
eyes scanned the back of the room, traveling from one familiar face to the
next. Suddenly, my view shifted, my eyes met the stained glass windows. I had
seen these windows many times before; why had I just then noticed their beauty?
I was hypnotized by their different colors, captivated by their seamless
fluidity. I could feel the gears in my head being to turn. My imagination had
been kicked in the butt! As thoughts ran a mile a minuet, my brain struggled to
match their pace. I reached for a piece of paper as millions of feelings and
fragmented of ideas poured out of my mind. The words: “Learn all the
beautiful sounding words in Italian” and “Create edible tape” made their way
onto my notepad. I was a creative mess, practically bleeding ideas. I
didn’t know how my thoughts were connected, I didn’t know how they were
sparked, but somehow the stained glass windows had awoken something inside of
me. After feeling such a strong connection to my unconscious thought, my
creativity, my imagination, I realized that I could not let go of this
inspiration. I had gotten lucky; inspiration had somehow just hit me. From then
on I refused to take my creativity for granted. As so famously said by Jack
London “You can’t wait for inspiration, you have to go after it with a club.”
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