I spent the entire week taking in words and images that fed the hunger inside to create. It got greater and greater, until tonight when it became time to sit down and write this blog post. Hmph. Figures, huh? So what happened? I got quiet within myself and just waited. I kept waiting until something came. I had to laugh when it did. Sunday is the first day of Advent. What is Advent about? Preparing yourself and waiting until something or Someone comes. I just looked at Wikipedia, and it calls Advent "expectant waiting."
Was that what I've been doing all week? Expectant waiting? Reading the blogs and stalking the people on Facebook who seem to have gotten it already? Following the images of something greater than I could ever create, thinking, "Wow, if only...I wish I could...God, please...." It didn't feel like expectant waiting--it felt a little bit like feeling small and wanting to be bigger and not knowing how to be. Then I thought of the literal meaning of the word "inspiration"-- from the Latin inspirare, meaning "to breathe into." Christians think of inspiration as a gift from the Holy Spirit. The Greeks believed that inspiration or "enthusiasm" came from the Muses and the gods Dionysus and Apollo. The ancient Norse religion had a similar belief.
I believe that we have a divine gift and desire to create because we know innately that there is something larger than ourselves that wants to come and breathe in us and through us. I believe in a sense that's what Advent is. We are feeling small, and we know there's Someone out there who wants to come and breathe life into us. Thank goodness for this time to be reminded of it.