… creative magical genius in waiting – every one of us
Sunday Apr. 6, 2014
Not collected things or actions – but brain synapses twisted-up, like fine wires, then twisted again, more wires – soon braided, cable strong, idea cannot be broken.
Each begins – tiny, built, adding, adding, adding. Then taking away, scraping, carving away – sculpture in relief, rearranged images.
Deleting parts, soon whole original idea whisked away, or put in this mix, seasoning this soup.
Firmed, like drying paint grit sprinkled, or stuck shavings – pasted, basted on, layered. Then, polished, shaved, planed away, sandpapered smoothed.
Take whimsical mind-meanderings. How many come, then gone?
Too many, too long – so much. In want of doing.
And two words.
How easy, start our story . . .
Most spend entire lives searching, scrounging, near or far, not finding we all have talent fulfillment potential – incredible, interesting, valuable artistry.
Wandering in search – some perfect key, illusive lock.
We are not keys.
We are self-opening locks.
What opens you?
Loving what we find – working those skills, I can’t imagine not loving them …
Think, think some more – point, push yourself, write one word. Another. Then another, work it, play with it, turn over and over like massive puzzle pieces – only these have no picture, only odd shapes. Nothing seems to fit. We don’t seem to fit.
Until we do.
Then we wonder what was so hard, what was so difficult and what took us so long?
I don’t recommend waiting – figure it out now, whatever age, wherever you are – start now.
Don’t waste day or minute. None.
An idea begins as feeling – shows up when it feels like it, leaves or stays.
Whatever we want …
column written/ published from Calgary
morning walk: 7C/44F, sunny and temperature rising nicely again – with a spring shower predicted – wouldn’t that be nice to wash away some grime? … light breeze, gorgeous relaxed walk on grit sans-ice, so relaxing to not be on constant lookout for a leg-breaking opportunity. Gusta liked it too …