I come from a long line of creators. Not the famous or recognized, rather, those ordinary, everyday people who see what's needed—the functional and the beautiful. My grandmother rarely sat still. She tended her vegetable and flower gardens, quilted, and crocheted doilies. My mother and all of her sisters [...]
“To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful… This is power, it is glory on earth and it is yours for the taking.” Agnes De Mille Deep within me has always been the desire to dance. Not any particular style — just a body [...]
Charlels Dickens could well be talking about today in his opening to A Tale of Two Cities: It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was [...]
“Go out and play.” That’s what I wanted to hear in the past few days, weeks, well, months. I wanted to let go of being an adult. For just a moment, I longed to forget about the news, responsibilities, and all the pain in the world. Remember when your [...]
Sparkles danced across water holding magic. . . . When the sunlight glints across the water, I am always spellbound. Time and again, I’ve tried to capture the magic. Today, I held it in the lens of my camera waiting to share and feel the wonder only [...]
Poetry Centers the Heart I don’t know if it was the fever or the simple beauty of the words. Words with sounds and images floated in and out of my dream-like state. Pictures of swings flying high, owls and pussycats. The splendor enveloped my heart as a close, tight, [...]
Here's the scene. Creativity in Action Two little blond-haired boys gathered out all the small metal cars, re-purposed the plastic racing rails, and spent hours in a world of their own making. As those tiny racers zipped down the track from the top bunk to the finish line padded [...]
I feel like a child trying to decide what she wants to be when she grows up. But I’m far past that stage. I’m at an age when most adults start winding down. Days fly, and I want to catch them. But for me? I have this persistent urge [...]
Do I have a muse? I wonder As a pragmatist, I’m not inclined to hand over my creativity to something or someone beyond my control. I learned long ago that waiting for inspiration or a whisper from the ”muse” would leave me with nothing and many blank pages. Noun [...]
A robin stood resolute in the brown grass. He wore his redbreast proudly, announcing his arrival to anyone who would stop to look. He stood alone, but I knew others would follow. On this cold January morning, I examined my goals written in December. The words mocked and chided [...]
