Thanks for popping in
Been playing and prepping with Paul all day today. Getting all fired up about the HOCHANDA weekend launches.
I enjoyed the break, of course we did – and we needed one too – but I am loving getting back in the creative saddle again.
All the ideas which were surfacing and simmering while we were away have to come out!
Creativity. It’s in all of us I think. Especially when we’re young, and before they wipe it out, eradicate it, and replace it with life enhancing skills, like algebra and geometry. Yeah, right.
That’s why so many of us craft, I think. We still have it in us to be creative, artistic.
I get a real inner sense of joy when I am being creative, don’t you?
It’s like a calmness which wraps itself around me, and I can stay there for hours and hours. Whether I’m making a card with stamps, or a canvas with paint; whether I’m in the groove with parchment, or sewing a cushion – yes, I do like to sew and embroider, too! The time goes by and I know not where, but suddenly it’s dark, and I am still lost in art, craft – whatever label you choose to give it.
I think that often we compare ourselves to others, and that’s where the rot sets in. But you can’t compare yourself with Linda or Lucy. Linda does what Linda does, Lucy does what Lucy does. You do you and I do me. If I start the comparing game, I start feeding a little demon in my head, who wants me to NOT be creative, who wants me to doubt my ability.
Chances are we even marry somebody who’s best mates with that demon, and by the time they have both worked on your confidence for 20 years, you daren’t even hang a picture, let alone paint one, for fear of getting it wrong. I was married to somebody once, who humoured me at best. Like a kind of pat on the head when I created something. Patronizing I think the word is. It crippled me for years.
But that little kid within us is still there, you know. I was watching our dear friend Leonie on telly today. Now there’s a creative soul who’s not afraid to have a go, skip and trip down the arty path and see where it leads her. I noticed as I was watching her dive in and play, that she kept squealing with delight. And it reminded me of that inner child, just rolling up her sleeves and going for it. Fabulous, and very contagious.
I read a beautiful little anecdote recently, which I would like to share with you.
A young child was drawing a picture.
“What are you drawing?” asked the teacher,
“God.” replied the child.
“Nobody knows what God looks like.” said the teacher.
“You will when I’m finished!” responded the child.
Time to call it a day for today. The jetlag is a monkey this time.
Love & Hugs,