Creative Inspiration: Remembering the Circus

Monday’s on the Bigger Picture Blogs Facebook page we’re going to introduce
some Creative Inspiration. We will post 1-3 words and encourage you to roll those words around in your head and be inspired. Use them to propel you out of the Monday funk and into a creative mood.

Use them as you will.

Take a Photo
Write a Poem
Write a post
Write two sentences
Paint a picture

The point is to use them to infuse your Monday with 5 minutes of creativity.
There is no link up, no need to post by a certain day. Just inspiration and creativity on what could be an uninspiring day.

We encourage you to write on our Facebook wall or leave a link with what you were inspired to do.

Today's Inspiration

Burgers

Peanuts

Hold Hands

Ready...CREATE!!!

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It’s hot. Unbearably hot.

But here we are at the circus. Ready to be WOWED.

I remember going to the circus as a little kid, and wanting to share this moment with my boys was very important to me.

This circus was very different. There was no big top, no bright lights or side shows, it was dusty, hot and smelly. Nothing like I remembered.

But he didn’t care. Not one little bit.

He ran ahead to see the elephant, so big in stature so small in movements.

“Can we ride him mom, please can we?” he said.

And we did.

As we are riding he tells me everything he knows about elephants.

“They can squirt water out of their trunks you know.”

I nod. Trying to make sure we stay on the large animal.

“They eat peanuts too.”

I nod again. Smiling.

He feels so smart.

It’s late afternoon and he needs a snack and I need some water. He begs for a burger, but a burger at the circus makes me cringe so he settles for popcorn instead. It’s his favorite.

Once we are done we make our way over to see the large white tigers. Sweltering in the Iowa heat they pant and growl. Immediately he reaches for my hand seeking the safety of his mom, and we stand there holding hands watching the large cats make their way into the ring.

We walk hand in hand to our seats. We giggle as clowns run around the ring doing tricks, and we are amazed by the acrobats flying like monkeys through the air.

Then it’s over and we make our way back to car. I turn the AC on full blast to cool off my sweaty body.

“Did you have a good time?” I ask.

“Oh, yeah mom. For sure. Can we go again sometime?” he asks.

“Of course” I say smiling.