I really identify with that.
And I’m a survivor, too….
I think creativity in our lives is as important as
eating. One nourishes the body, the
other nourishes the soul. The id. The ego.
The identity. The survivor in all
of us.
There are as many ways to be creative as there are people on
this earth. Writing a journal or blog is
one way. Painting masterpieces is
another. But then, so is arranging one’s
memories into a scrapbook, or decorating a mailbox. Or cooking something special for supper.
Writing, drawing, painting, photographing, paper-folding,
baking, arranging, stirring, putting, etc.
It’s all active, not passive.
Taking something imagined and turning it into something visible. Or audible.
Or tactile; that’s creativity.
Yes, creativity is not about BE-ing, really. It’s about DO-ing. It’s about rising above the mundane into a
world limited only by our imagination. A
world colored with crayons of our choice.
A world cut and pasted and smashed into a scrapbook we fondly refer to as
our Life.
Creativity is one of those things that puts smiles on our
faces. The joy of creating something out
of something else, or from nothing, is truly addictive, in a good way. Being able to see beyond something’s intended
purpose and making it something much more wonderful and joyful, is quite an
accomplishment, I think.
Sometimes, being still and quiet and enjoying the beauty all
around us is enough. Other times, it is
the doing that inspires us….
How about you? Did
your child survive?
Cali
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