Sometimes finding inspiration only takes a spark – a hint of something not yet manifested or an unanswered nudge. Then if I pause, just for a moment, the idea slowly takes shape before it tumbles forth. This makes me think of kayaking and how I hear the rapids before I see them. I pause, listening, a whisper of running water, and then paddle on, until round the next bend, the rapids appear, powerful and thundering in sound. Before I realize it, the current snags the kayak. All I can do is hang on and guide the kayak as best as I can and ride it out.