So what the heck is a "creative person" supposed to do when it feels quite as if creativity has dried up, leaving behind only a soft, grainy powder on ones' finger tips... blow softly and POOF it is gone, Gone, GONE? I wish I knew the answer. Take a walk, take a shower, stand on your head, stare out the window, go serve up meals at a soup kitchen, stand in the middle of a room , a field, your mind, and scream? I do wish I knew. I know that in the past I have forced myself to just sit and look at photos, some of mine, some belonging to others; sometimes an image can provoke a bout of creativity. How could this photo NOT urge the creative juices toward flow capacity? Well, all it does for ME, besides making my jaw drop two stories in amazement, is make me want to go sit on the beach. Maybe that is the message of the moment: maybe this is the voice of GOD speaking to me: GO SIT ON THE BEACH, YOU NINNY. Well, okay, maybe GOD wouldn't call me a NINNY......I think I will take this internal advice though: eat a bit of breakfast and walk around the corner to the lake, to the beach....and sit. Is this what a blog is supposed to be, me peeling back the layers of my internal meanderings and posting them for anyone to read? Stream of consciousness streaming? I can't say as I really know. But I will keep trying.
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