When We Look Inward

Within the writers mind we strive to bring what inspires us to social mediums. Mediums that are digital in nature, guardians who stand at the gates with algorithmic tridents. These mediated platforms demand our creativity to a point where we post just to post. We tend to forget about if the content is good or if needs a little polishing. We forget to search within. Our inner mediator is there waiting for us to tap in.

My inner medium most of the time drives my inspiration externally, within and without. Internally I’m inspired to write what comes to mind. Medium says, “look around and watch.”

I wake up at 3 a.m. to go on my run. Some days are more hectic than others in terms of breathing. As an asthmatic, the beginning seasons of Spring and Fall, are a mix of pollen, dandelion seeds, dust mites, rag weeds, and sand particles do no justice to my breath nor my allergies. Always I keep an inhaler on standby.

During the winter months’ wind speeds are high, the air frigid and dense. The Spring months is when the air is clear, less dense and in light of pollen.

Even the pollen has a creative place, enabling seeds, fruits, new offspring. The Wind helps the pollens movement to its creative destination.

Back to my runs. When I get into the flow state, it’s as if the Wind clears a path—clearing the air. Spreading my arms like wings while running I can feel the Winds walls. My arms went into airplane mode, feeling the walls on both sides made me feel like the eye of a storm: calm, still, pleasant. I cannot explain the ecstasy of the particular flow state that I was experiencing. What I do know is that I was welcomed in Her realm, the inwardness of beauty taking place in real time which inspires me to look inward.