I don't know that I have anything particularly coherent to say about them. I think it was ysabetwordsmith  talking about needing to do other things to refill one's creative well, a year or more ago, so I'm not taking time to look for a link, but the imagery stuck with me.

And it's not like I've been feeling my creative groundwater running low or anything, but watching the olympics, all these young people and not-so-young people reaching for their dreams, despite injury, despite heartbreak, despite inclement weather and TV cameras watching their slightest gesture and biggest mistakes, and still jumping higher or going faster than I ever dreamed of going; teenagers with the presence of mind to add things to their routines when it's suddenly clear that someone raised the bar; the zen stillness at the start of every curling shot; the breathtaking beauty of people who can do triple jumps on ice in time to music--

And yeah, some of it is amazement at all the different things people can DO, and do so well and so beautifully, things that I never dreamed of doing, though sometimes I do dream of doing them, after a day watching.

It's amazing what the mirroring hardware in our brains lets us imagine!

And I feel it all, the triumphs and the heartache, and the beauty that the human body and spirit can achieve, filling that part of me that the stories rise from.