
Inspiration=INTUITION “Shock Pool”
We are trying to choose, that means cultivating discernment. What is “discernment”? It really means just any
old soulmate won’t do. But how do we cultivate
the skills of discernment? Well, a major one is intuition. It is intuition that leads to “inspiration” ; that sudden “knowing” – ‘I feel like I’ve known him all my life.
Science says we subconsciously collect subliminal signals.
The danger comes from a cultural problem
that women have been encouraged to bond with men they’re not chemically attracted to but might be seen as a “good fit” for social reasons, and discouraged from developing their sexual intuition. Guess what? You won’t find your soulmate that way!
Men, however, make too many life decisions based on status or surface impressions – they don’t wait
around to perceive “the beauty within.” The moral of this conundrum is: Pay attention to your gut, but don’t allow your gut to boss you! Question it. Think about it. Think of the love you have received in your life and where it came from. Sometimes love potential reveals itself slowly.
The magic of the Garden comes from Inspiration. Inspiration is the breath the Life Force moves through us – we can’t summon it and we can’t control it. When lost, we greatly mourn its absence. But when we feel its power we are elevated above ourselves. We feel we can do anything we choose. Afterwards we wake feverish, as if from a dream. As every artist and designer knows, work is more than Inspiration, but without its occasional visits work is nothing; tasteless, lifeless and void.
Artists always have a strong sense that inspiration comes from the “outside”, not from anything “within”. It uses the component of our minds and lives and forces us to “reach outwards” into the universe of resources to answer its call. Art without inspiration is just plain hard work. Unfortunately, there will be many times Inspiration sketches out a plan and then moves on. We know the plan is Inspired but now we must implement it! Late nights & elbow grease! Inspiration can be compared to Love. Both unaccountably come and go. Just because one isn’t feeling momentarily loving about a soulmate doesn’t mean that Love has Fled – in fact it usually just means we’re facing an onslaught of effort. Life is an uphill battle – 90% Hard Slog, alas. If we’re Ten Percent Inspired we’re in the high numbers! Love (and inspiration) will return. In the meantime we’ll have to treasure the memory and blueprint a Future Plan. Discuss.
Shock Pool
Bored by their game
From my perch I watched them,
Dismantling rules, I
Wrote down their patterns
In gold-crested diaries. I was
Weary of history and
Pole-axed by Europe –
I was affrighted
By what mattered frightfully.
Culture-Mad-Mother
Forced us to look
Then forced us to blink;
Her timing was off.
Father dreamed oceans –
Encapsulating daughters
In unsinkable Fiberglas
Against the madness of Nature
Loathing masculine privilege; I
Disliked you on sight
Insulted by proctoring
You must be divested of
Corduroys, wingtips, tweed
& leather; we posed under waterfalls
For Swedish love bibles.
Clove-scented ecstasies
Kindled my fevers at
The moment of quenching them;
Sweeping West – you pulled the Atlantic –
Drowning us both in the riptide you created.
The captain lied when he said
We’d go home. Lubricated by champagne, you
Peeled off my shock-pants
and asked me to marry you.
Since then illusion scorched into reality
Providing the universe
With plenty to write.





