Sense of Season
Throughout the year, I have been training myself to appreciate and utilise my senses to maximum effect. But I don’t only concentrate on things I can see, hear, taste, feel and smell but also on the things I can’t. That’s where my overactive imagination (or sixth sense, as I like to call it) comes into play.
Only this morning, I was out in my garden gathering the last of the pesky leaves that insist on popping over from the neighbour’s garden, when a shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t from the bitter air. I was donned appropriately. I looked around and found an eye of a cherry tree staring right at me. There was no escape from its glare. It followed my every step. Perhaps it was laughing at me as I bent down to pick up the brittle leaves.
After my work was done, I stared back at the bare, sad looking tree that had once been beautiful, green and filled with its pearl, white blossom and thought how much I could relate to its life cycle. In the Spring and Summer of this year, my inspiration was in full flow and ideas were in abundance but as the dark nights descended upon my world and the flu took hold my inspiration and ideas had well and truly withered.
I grabbed my camera and tried to capture the eye of the tree that reminded me of Tolkien’s Treebeard, the oldest of the Ents, and my mind stirred. What stories could this beast of a tree be hiding? My senses came into play and new storylines began to develop.
When I got up this morning and prepared to do the mundane household jobs, I did not expect to come back into my house with rekindled motivation and inspiration for my writing. It proves to me that the life cycle of nature can provoke the imagination even during the dark, winter days and collecting leaves can prove useful.
I would be interested to hear how you are inspired when the sun is not shining and the world seems dull and lacklustre.