Inspiration is the “process of being mentally stimulated to
do something”. But, it also means to draw breath, to inhale.
I think this is very appropriate. That is always what
inspiration has felt like to me: like breathing! Why do I write? Because I have
to in order to survive, basically.
So, how has this city we live in inspired me in my writing?
That’s easy. Adelaide is home.
I write about people, and emotion, and experiences I have had in my life, and about home.
I am a displaced person, I have lived in 3 different
countries and this is the place where I belong.
I arrived in Adelaide as a 15 year old foreigner who barely
spoke English, and have remained here ever since.
You could say that Adelaide has been my nest, or the ground
where I have grown roots.
My children were born here, this is where I found love, and
went to University. Adelaide has a belt of trees that breathe air into the
city. The lungs of the city. When I go for a walk just down the road I can see
it, and feel it, and smell it and there is breathtaking beauty that not only
inspires me, but feeds my soul, and reminds me of the hills I left behind in
Concepcion, so far away now.
Adelaide has similar climate to my home town, and the
geography is similar, down to the river and the proximity to the ocean. Having
been part of Gondwana land so long ago, the southern tip of Chile even has similar
fauna, and when I walk our national parks, I am transported back to my
childhood and the summers spent hiking in the hills and collecting red earth to
make models; and smelling the eucalyptus sap that hung in the air when the heat
of the day steamed it out of the leaves.
How can I not be inspired should be the question.
Every day I am inspired by my surroundings and the people,
and the colours and flavours, the markets, the festivals, my children who are
made of Adelaide soil and air; honed by the sun and the river and the water
that flows in this beautiful black fertile soil. I would not be who I am without
this city, I feel like I have earned a key to it, that has opened up my entire
world and given me an education, a job, and people to call my own. Comfort, and
love, and happiness beyond measure that continues every day.
It is a refuge away from the begging and the pain that I
witnessed in Chile, and a comfort in the knowledge that I will be looked after
and those I love will be looked after, and cared for and will receive the
comforts that seemed so uncertain when I was a teenager growing up in the third
world.
Chile is beautiful, and I will always miss the snow topped
mountains, and the Spanish language flowing through my veins; but while Chile
is my infancy and my kindergarten, Adelaide is my youth, my present and my
future. How can I undo a life of learning and security that this place has
given me? I am inspired every day to be a good person, good doctor and a good
mother.
So, this is the air I breathe. Adelaide is my muse. I will
continue to breathe/write here.
Please visit the other writers who have taken part in this blog chain
"https://www.facebook.com/groups/writersinadelaide/
"https://adelaidedad.com/…/adelaide-an-inspired-life-for-wr…
"http://www.deanfromaustralia.com/…/adelaide-inspired-city.h…
"http://www.jennifersando.com/cityinspiration/"
"https://kirstydavisart.com.au/adelaide-inspiration"
"http://writing-the-message.com/life-in-adelaide-a-source-o…/
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