Reading most any material will do. I have a love of novels, instructional volumes, Bibles, reference tomes. Still, poetry books, magazines, newspapers, biographies, old, outdated texts, and anything else that comes within my reach are beloved.
Music lifts my spirits and stitches up the tears that plague my soul. Without lyric, melody, and harmony, life would be dark and dull. I listen to virtually anything. I am always finding new favorites that tweak my ears.
Pens are an unquenchable delight. Switching to a different one can somehow spur an unusual stream of thought, freed from wherever it took flight.
Art supplies can move me to discover parts of me for which I never knew there existed a need.
Cards, journals, paper somehow seem full of beauties I search for when I am distracted. I often find a binding peace in words that flow like honey from the interiors I did not know were waiting.
Time with Tribble and Wookie, my extraordinary dogs, grounds me and helps relax my hyperactivity.
Driving can be a journey into spaces between my heartbeats. The heart of me responds to the motion and the emotion of the music that usually plays.
I have to be cautious, for funds are few, but shopping with the beauty of acquisition and variety of choice bubbles the well.
Costuming within the wardrobe I chose also has a pleasure that suits me.
I am highly productive with creativity, so I slake my thirst at the well continually. No one can build without quality materials. Taking time to restore our power is an essential portion of the creative function. I hope maybe you found some ideas. May you always find what you require before you come to know your need.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
What do you do to fill your well, or do you have other words for it? Can you increase your inflow so you have more product?
Do you have persons who encourage and inspire you to the point the well is filled?
Does conversation carry you to new constellations where you find true being?