Remember when you were little and had that GIANT box of Crayola crayons and endless sheets of blank white paper? Remember how carefree and happy you felt as you drew purple elephants, orange grass, and places no one had ever seen? What happened? For most of us, being creative is a distant memory, and depending on where …
I often stand at our fridge, looking at the dozens of words, all magnetized and waiting to be noticed, moved, and meshed into a poem or story. I wait to see what jumps out at me – combinations of words that take on a life of their own. A few months ago, four words stood out – each in its …
When your lens captures it…. #It’sAllThere
As if peering out that 9th floor window to the NYC traffic below, I see those magnetic words bunched, wandering, gravitating…. north, south, east, west…. Like NYC cars, the words move with purpose. Noisily. Quietly. Always with purpose.
“Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.” ~ Socrates Wishing you a Monday filled with people who break down your walls. 🙂