Sunlight peeked over porous granite. High in the clouded sky. Rings of amber and crimson ignited. Birds in flight over forest of conifer. Dew-drenched grasses for miles. A pond, still as falling snow flakes. Coffee steaming as I ponder the beauty.
I talk so much about creativity and trying to find that creative spark, but how do you actually “be” creative? For me, I’m a drawing and picture-taking fiend…usually.
But being creative every day is challenging.
There are so many times when finding that “thing” to spark the creativity is hard. I know it doesn’t have to be, but I know that it is.
I know that you struggle too. So many people want to incorporate more creativity into their daily lives. They just don’t have the ideas or the time.
So I’m starting something new here on the blog and I hope it’s helpful. If not, I’ll find something else. Continue reading “Creative Jump Start: Draw Your Breakfast”
Remember that time we sat on the bench? That short time like watching grass grow. We talked. We giggled. We were like children. Except with cappucino in hand. Remember that time, we sat in the car? That hour lasting for days. The memories of our shared kiss. Something forbidden, yet perfect. Remember that time, I took you to the movies? You said it was the official first date. I said it was number three. We held hands throughout. Remember that time, you thought I was going to ask? Instead we strolled through the woods. Scared I was. Disappointed you were. Remember that time, I did ask? You couldn't help but say yes. Our love was perfection like diamond. Remember?
What would I do without the bits of daily habits? The coffee-stained mugs and random utencils waiting for their bath in the sink. My sketchpad stares at me. LeRoi Moore and Dave providing the soundtrack. Dull pencils around the random eraser. Creativity is supposed to be endless. But even angels need to rest. I cannot think in linear terms. I tried sketching that dry toast. I ate it instead. Small crumbs of daily habits. Words to the writer. Lines and shapes to the artist. Random thoughts to billions of us. Bits of daily habits are the crumbs that make each day worth the time.
Why do I compete? Constant comparisons. For what? Stuff? Money? A social network? Searching, seeking truth. My inner persona. My genuine self. What does it matter, what you think. What are you to me? A friend? You wouldn't judge. You would accept. Maybe it's time. Maybe we need to split. A divorce of friends. I've searched. The depths of me. I found you there. Sitting. Making crumbs of stress on my soul. It's time. Just walk away. I'll do the same. A search of the soul. Let us leave. No one but myself, to blame.