as·pi·ra·tion

~the act of breathing and especially of breathing in
~a strong desire to achieve something high or great.
~an object of such desire.


in this time of standing still i find myself taking inventory in a very literal way. of aspirations, of what is good and right. of how my life can look going forward.

it's been a bit of a slog lately. a shallow exchange of busy air that has passed for breathing for so long now. but hours and hours in a darkened theatre watching the ideas of others flicker in a million colors and sounds has given me something to aspire to. has helped me again breathe in. all the way in.

some of what i saw was of questionable quality but that's not really important. those people did something brave. they aspired to make a film, to bring it to the world, and that's what they did. that it's film and not writing or art or music or charity work or a really good pesto sauce makes no difference.

the question of how my life can look is a mystery yet. i won't try to invent too may details - as i am inclined to do - because i don't think it serves my unfolding story. or me. or the people around me. all i can say is that the work of letting things be, even as i actively seek change, has begun in earnest.

i wish everyone the opportunity to breathe in.