Creativity begins to flow
My creative juices are finally beginning to flow again. What a relief to be able to put pen to paper and play with my Muse once more. I have missed Her, life is just not right when she is away. Last night We (my muse and I) played with oil pastels, paints, paper and scizzors. Words began to flow that had been corked up tight for at least a month, time whizzed by and the dance of creativity revitalized my soul. Life is Good.
Creative people are curious, flexible, persistent and independent with a tremendous spirit of adventure and a love of play. ~Henri Matisse
I woke up this morning, to a cold little nose nuzzling my ear, informing me that I was 15 minutes late. As I lifted the covers that had been encasing me Obie (owner of that cold little nose) flew off the bed and landed at the door. With one quick look over his shoulder Obie rushed down the stairs to the back door and gave an impatient yip. Mikey, the more mature dog of the house was wagging his whole back end in anticipation of his, slightly belated, morning constitutional. Dogs are great, neither of my companions thought to berate me for sleeping in, they were just all that more happy and excited to go out when it was time.
Why is it that more humans can't take this attitude of gratitude? People, when things don't go as expected, tend to get sour, whiney or downright unpleasant. Next time you feel a stress out coming on try chasing a cat, digging a hole or even sitting down for a darned good scratch (don't worry about who's watchin either). Trust me, it will feel better than getting angry.
