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 [...]
There's power in play. “Go out and play.” That’s what I wanted to hear in the past few days, weeks, well, since 2020. 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 [...]
I used to believe that creativity belonged to a privileged few. Those unicorn people who just knew what to say, how to dance, create art, or imagine a melody—all out of nothing. I believed in the myth of creativity. The myth that creativity belongs to a privileged few obscures [...]
I stood on the beach allowing the sand and waves to bury my feet. Before long, the sand engulfed my ankles. How long would it take before I disappeared? Have you ever felt stuck and wondered how you got there? Like the sand sifting around your toes, you become [...]
Storms of life bring constant change In the middle of the cacophony, rain and storms are both frightening and cleansing. Life is like that. We need those moments of thrashing about and struggle to understand ourselves and the world around us. Then there is the other side - the [...]
