This was my day: I woke at 6 am and dozed for another hour. The first upright hour, I wasted on my cell – email, news, social media. I watched a Roy Orbison and KD Lang duet, started a load of laundry, then decided I needed to hear more KD Lang. I spent another hour or two listening to music, researching Canadian songwriters - Leonardo Cohen, Gordon Lightfoot, Joni Mitchell, Neil Young, Jane Siberry, Sarah McLachlan, Leon Redbone (a rabbit hole of talent) – while reading about inspiration and creativity.
The reading was inspired by this wonderful video clip my
friend, Veronique Burke, shared of the work she’s created during this pandemic
year. It got me wondering about how little I’ve been writing and the reasons
for that change. Then I made chocolate chip banana bread, cleaned out the
refrigerator and made a shopping list. If not for the falling rain, melting snow
and slushy sidewalks, I might have walked to the store, or driven.
Instead, I folded laundry before sitting down to finish Isabel Wilkerson’s masterpiece,
The Warmth of Other Suns – The Epic Story of America’s Great Migration.
Finally, after numerous additional texts with sisters and friends, I sat and scribbled a draft of this post with Veronique’s video looping through my brain. Veronique’s creativity explodes in image, paper mache and mosaic. It’s clear that she had a blast expressing herself and decorating her world. I admire that, and I’m grateful to her for the reminder that self-expression can do wonders for the soul and that creativity doesn’t bloom on its own but grows through regular attention, a practice that’s easy to lose during these endless months of isolation.
How are you expressing your creativity these days?
1 comment:
I ride my Specialized mountain bike.
You'll VitSee in Seventh-Heaven what
I did with my existence. Coming??
I hope so. I wanna RITE witchoo
oemnillions X oemnillions of novels.
We have eternity, dear.
-GBY
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