Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Rioting towards center.

May 29, 2018

 

Instead of thinking, oh, I'm a mess, this is a mess, think instead, what a wonderful riot of color, of texture, of shape and of circumstance. How can these pieces come together, layer upon layer, to create this rich and complex life? 

 

What happens when we shift into thinking creatively--whether or not we consider ourselves creative beings?

 

Spoiler alert: we are creative--we are makers down to our DNA. What do you think our ancestors did with their hands? Built houses, cooked food, created quilts and clothing, gardens and roads. They did it because they must, of course, but they also took the time to make objects more beautiful than they had to be. 

 

That maker-art is still in us, singing its pattern of memories into our blood, waiting for us to pick up the tune. 

 

 

 

 

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