The longer I live, the more I appreciate:
- A new sunrise;
- A rare moon;
- Blankets of fallen leaves bedazzled in red, gold, purple, yellow, and other nameless colors;
- Prolonged sleep on a rainy Saturday morning in Fall; and,
- Clarity in the creative process.
Right now, these simple and free gifts are giving me Continue reading “Finding The Inspiration to Continue”
We live in a torn world.
While there is obvious truth to this lament, the “world” itself is hardly this nebulous galaxy of unsuspecting or vague entities, but rather, of people with the ability to think and do different and better—people who set its orbit into motion through repeated microaggressions, complicity, acts of outright violence, and wars that continue to assail the very human spirit. The political and social unrest in this country alone has become so unbelievably disconcerting and predictable that one can easily acquiesce to this as the new normal.
Though I have also made the observation that the world seems to have gone mad, I refuse to readily embrace new Continue reading “Creativity as Resistance: My Will to Live”