“Clearer and nearer still,” cried the Rat joyously. “Now you must surely hear it! Ah – at last – I see you do!”
Breathless and transfixed the Mole stopped rowing as the liquid run of that glad piping broke on him like a wave, caught him up, and possessed him utterly. He saw the tears on his comrade’s cheeks, and bowed his head and understood. For a space they hung there, brushed by the purple loose-strife that fringed the bank; then the clear imperious summons that marched hand-in-hand with the intoxicating melody imposed its will on Mole, and mechanically he bent to his oars again. And the light grew steadily stronger, but no birds sang as they were wont to do at the approach of dawn; and but for the heavenly music all was marvellously still.
- Wind In The Willows
Try that. I urge you to. Stand in front of your bookshelf and close your eyes. Let your mind settle then reach out and take the first book that you’re drawn to. Keep your eyes closed and open the book; flick through the pages until it feels a good time to stop. Put your finger on the page then open your eyes.
That’s your paragraph. What does it mean to you today?
Mine is about inspiration and insight.