Inspired Moment

  Having the theme of joy surface over the past couple of days, and sharing as I have fruits in a fictional flair, I’ll share this contrast coming from the shadow of my personal belief system; limitations, as it were, keeping me from realizing ‘joy’ as something elusive. Because it is not the same happiness that comes from the completion of well executed plans; but rather a self congratulation for honoring a deeper rooted purpose within that defies definition on protocol of correct behavior.  Maybe that’s the crux of it, a liberty, an exalted freedom from releasing a perception of adherence to perceived ‘have to’ or ‘should nots’ born from genuflecting to unuttered threat in a persistent unconscious fear over consequences never experienced; what a mouthful to say self inflicted wounds. I find a delicious element to inspired creativity; it possesses the true liberation from a dull and mundane existence.

   “Why not”
  Once, I was working at the Army’s Central Command operation center, and we were visited fairly often by celebrities; on this occasion it was Steven Stills member of the noteworthy group Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young. They had influenced my musical artistic development from my earliest and tender recollection. Unobtrusively I entertained a notion of comical proportion. That of telling my friends and intimates,

  “Oh yeah, Steve and I are on first name bases.”

  Then, without constraints I saw the twinkled spark of mirth’s own good humor arise. I had been, for several weeks, been producing power point slides from operational maps for the chief of operations. I had become so adept at doing it, on several occasions my product gave him opportunity to waltz into the Commanding General with fresh news first. This made his notice rise above the covey of other Colonels in the command. On this particular instance, he was the one who would brief Steven Stills during his visit. Part of the orientation included the Colonel introducing each person manning their specialty desk. Before the introductions, I went to the chief and asked him if he was satisfied with my products; he said he was. I then requested a favor;  and that would be to mention that I too was a musician by the Name of Chance Haven when it was my turn to be introduced. Then I could mention that I wished to be on first name bases with Mister Stills. The moment arrived and the chief made the introductions
“Hi Steve”
“Hi Chance, how’s it going?”
“ Cool for spring”
  And there you have it. Not only did that opportunity arrive, the Public Affairs officer had us take a picture together for their public relations effort. Can’t help but beam at the notion that actual always exceeds our most grandest of hopes; if we’re willing to belief in the possibility ~ which always includes to dare and act.
Unabashed courage in an inspired creative moment urges,

  ‘grasp’.
Have it dance to the music of your intent. That is how the foundation of success is laid. One act of bold faith upon the other. Fame being the function of taking, dare the pun
Chance.