Blue sky is where dreams take flight and imagination knows no bounds. But how does one get there? The answer is simple enough, though I’m guilty of forgetting it frequently. Inspiration is the fuel necessary to carry you up into that big beautiful sky. It can come in practically any form and need not always be sought after, but sometimes… sometimes it does need to be sought. Life has a way of getting repetitive and that repetition has a way of dulling our senses. We stop picking out the nuances that contain a spark of inspiration. The only real way around this is to deliberately break the repetition. It involves investing some time in yourself. It involves exposing yourself to culture and, if I may borrow a phrase from Don Hahn (a huge inspiration to me), it involves filling your bucket. You would never expect your car to run without gas in the tank. Why in the world do we expect to create works of beauty or achieve our dreams if we don’t fill ourselves up with the inspiration necessary for creative ingenuity? I believe that in order to live a life you’re proud of, you have to, at some point, stop telling yourself the lie that you can’t achieve your dream. You have to get up and do something to make it happen. Even if you don’t yet know what your dream is, which is okay, the very best place to start is to spend some time searching for inspiration. It might come from the pages of a book, scenes of a movie, a crescendo in a symphony, quality conversations with friends or family, the quietness of solitude, an unfamiliar setting, a scenic walk, time spent with God or a truly perfect piece of chocolate. It really doesn’t matter where you find inspiration, so long as you find it and find it repeatedly. Before you know it, all of that inspiration will overflow into something worth sharing with the world and the world, in turn, will be inspired by you.
Nothing says Happy Holidays like assorted filters and neon… to a car anyway.
Walking down Route 66 into Cars Land and seeing all of the car themed decorations is really inspiring. It instantly affirms the feeling that you really are in Radiator Springs and it’s no stretch of the imagination to picture Luigi and Guido hanging these tires for a whitewall Christmas.
There’s just something about a giant glowing Christmas tree that makes me feel warm inside. The new tree on Buena Vista Street is certainly no exception. It doesn’t matter what the looming Winter weather may have in store. It’s easy to hope and to dream in the presence of such a brilliant beacon of the season. Some classic Christmas tunes and a cup of hot cocoa never hurts either.
On Buena Vista Street, at the South end of Trolley Treats, deep in the heart of Fancy Frosting Forest lies the township of Yule Treats. Unbeknownst to many, this tiny town is an enormous exporter of jelly beans, chocolate truffles, rock candy, assorted chocolates, candy bars and yummy gummy gum drops; not to mention Yule Treats is home to the contractor responsible for the finest gingerbread edifices this side of the North Pole.
As simple as the singular Christmas wreath adornment of the Carthay Circle Restaurant appears, I find it strikes those notes of refinement and elegance that so saturate DCA’s “castle”. The tower does such a noble job of hoisting that wreath high above Buena Vista Street for all to see. It causes me to stop and reflect on my own efforts. If something so simple can be so effective, why do I feel the need to surpass simple? Ah well, sounds like a resolution is trying to creep in before the new year!