Is there any better kind of sunshine than late afternoon? There is a peacefulness about it that allows you to bask without wondering what else it is you should be doing… apart from possibly having a wee snooze.
The sun grows larger in the sky
Wind whispers the river along
The little waves, they dance and sigh
Spurred onwards by sweetest bird song
The ground is still awash with dew
Morning’s magic fairy tale spell
The petals shimmer pink and blue
As flower blossoms plump and swell
The weeping willows stand and bow
Their leaves caress the mossy stone
Of gard’ners who once wondered how
To tame the earth with plough and hoe
But only romance does remain
Since nature tangles lovers’ hearts
With feathered fingers, writes their names,
And binds them so they shan’t depart
Yes, now the world seems sapphire still
Bright crystal clearness all around
Oh never leave! This moment will
Grow longingly whilst dreams abound
Some days, it feels like there’s just not enough time to be creative. And it feels sad. It feels like there’s a playful child deep within that didn’t get outside into the sunshine on a beautiful day; that didn’t get to disappear into the realm of their imagination and believe in impossible dreams.
But it’s simply not true! There’s always time. Creativity can manifest in so many ways. We can approach a problem at work with a creative spirit, and problem solve in an imaginative way. We could doodle in a notebook if there’s five minutes spare, even if it only happens while we’re on hold with the phone company, or waiting for a pot to boil, or killing time on the train on the way home.
It’s so great to go for a long, leisurely walk, especially on a balmy evening, find a quiet spot, and sit and write some thoughts down. But we don’t always have that moment available to us (and we sure as hell don’t always have the weather to back it up). However, we can find a small moment, of our own choosing, at some point through the day, to delve into a more creative frame of mind. It will be there. We just have to look for it. (It can be shy. Sometimes we need to look hard.)
So I’m introducing some notebook doodles to this little world here. And hey – why not reply with your own squiggles. I’d love to see what’s happening in your notebook today! It doesn’t have to be a masterpiece, just whatever’s on your mind. Carve out your creative moment and share it!
P.S. If you can’t send through a link of something you doodled, please feel free to share your creative thoughts anyhow!
What a thing it is to start to know who you are
As blurred lines become sharp, and old wounds fade to scars
It’s like a rippling feeling, as your heart turns inside out
And all that you are is no longer all you are without.
I sometimes have a moment when I can sense all who I am
All who I could be,
All that I should be,
All I’d like to be
And I think,
“Hey! This is perfect.
This is the greatest.
This is just right.”
And I climb to the highest height
And there is a blur, and a whir, and a swipe, and a “yip”
But I miss, and fall down, hard,
And I think, “No, this can’t be it.”
But I am always changing
I am a thing of the world
And I, like the rocks, the trees,
the birds, the leaves,
The sand in my hand, slipping through open fingers,
I too must change, must move
Must find my groove
Must make way for a new
And discover me,
and so I do…
I keep going
I make a start
Sometimes it feels like you’re being pulled along by an underground current. You’re walking in one direction but you feel like you’re actually walking upside down, or inside out, or trying to swim up through the sky, or trying to tunnel down through the ground.
It’s like when you’re sitting on a train that you’ve never caught before, and you’re waiting for it to leave the station. You have an idea of which way it will go that may be based on nothing more than your own innate sense of direction, an internal compass that you’ve been unknowingly relying on. Then suddenly, the train’s engine spurs into action and it lurches forward. It’s going the wrong way! your alarmed, baffled, and disorientated mind reports to you; blinking, spinning, trying to make sense of something for which there is no seemingly rational explanation.
You then realise that the train can’t be wrong. Why would it be? The train is going exactly where it needs to be. You’re wrong. Your feelings are playing tricks on you, and for no good reason.
Next time you’re sitting on that platform, you know exactly what to expect, and it doesn’t feel like aliens are using giant, invisible magnets to somehow interfere with your world, dragging you along an unplanned route of their making, without your knowledge. This time, you know which way you’re going, and you feel calm. It may not be the direction you dreamt of, not the perfect path you hoped to create, but equally, it doesn’t throw you, and you don’t feel the need or the desire to question it. It just is.
And once you’re able to embrace that, you can relax, and turn your free mind to other things … such as your next train trip.
Did you ever have a crush on somebody? Did you tell them? Or did it go unsaid?
Introducing the latest tune by the Curious Cat Club: https://soundcloud.com/curious-cat-club/it-was-always-you
Let me know what you think!