Do you ever have to slow down and find your center? It can take time to remember who you are and for what you are meant. We so easily get lost in chasing the things we need and want and plowing our souls under the toil. Stillness helps us see our persons; music can raise us; reading can picture us; art can show us reason; writing can free us.
We deserve to live creatively and with such love that we feel we can accomplish our hopes and dreams. Some find inspiration in a relationship with Christ Jesus; some follow other paths. As we meet in lives so often hectic, we need to share love and kindness no matter the circumstances in which we exist. Our differences make the world fascinating and rich. We learn much when we open ourselves to one another.
Stepping out of space and time to give ourselves peace to clarify our goals is worthwhile. Sometimes this is done in silence, some creation, some before the eyes of the world. Whatever our method, we must never give up. We are the outworking of the prayers of generations; our promise and purpose must continue.
Today is the moment we grasp; it is our time to build within. Letting it slip through our fingers is not an option—love, love, love. We should be a blessing in whatever places life carries us. Time and again, we can begin a better beginning, for we are living gifts.
Pockets, Oh, Pockets, Why are you Always given Over to the males? Here we, Such genteel Females Are bound By weight of Purses! Maybe some Manmade Pleasure done To encumber Us in some Kind, way, For Lord knows What might occur Were both our Hands empowered. Even enlightened As these times are One may not Depend on Fashion, For pockets can Be often false, Others too Small To carry Much. Designers could Give Consideration To cost Of female Liberty lost.
If creative practice is coming hard, the feeling is uninspired; this is not the time to break off working or quit. Waiting on the muse is not the way to breakthrough; action begets action.
When working, even without vision, the focus often appears. Creativity is not always fire from on high; sometimes, it works in the dark when the well is parched.
The best way to grow ability, skill, and talent is to use those endowments every day. Even stolen moments give time for proper application.
Creative block is a myth, or most often. The work is always available when dearly sought. Sometimes it may seem a safari fraught with desert spaces, but the jungle exists and is lush. Putting in the time, presence, generates ideas – effort reaps priceless rewards.
Practice daily, even when love lapses, passion ebbs, tunes the imagination for more significant endeavors. Sometimes it falls flat, but mistakes and failures can fold in as ingredients in other projects.
Journals, sketchbooks, devices can gather up scraps, scribbles, those pieces that become something more defined. Having a place to collect all the fragments that appear throughout the hours of the day permits imperfection and play.
Creativity is always present, but it can be shy and requires inviting into every day.
Some said there was not Any way it could work out Too much at stake, about A zillion ways to go wrong, But hope stood by in support. The ideas seemed solid, right, No one could stop what began Not one found, as an also-ran No guarantees but love, delight, Laser-lighted heart and mind. Could it happen? Would it be? Might the practice succeed? Should impossibility thrive? Naysayers did not a defense rally, Many tried to end opportunity. All hours, days, months, years Progress delivered with salty tears, Mistakes, failures, dead stops Such negativity bore down a lot; Somehow creativity survived, a poet Poetry unleashed – becomes the poem.
Prompt: What is your experience of creativity? Is it always cheerful and pleasant, or does it sometimes come when it lifts your mind from depths of darkness? Create something juxtaposing the good and bad parts of your practice.