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thanks for the info.
Fresh flowers always brighten up a room and me as well....thanx
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+ add your ownI am a craft/language oriented person. I crochet, quilt, cross stitch, make jewelry, upcycle, scrapbook ect, I love to read and write and paint and draw, I speak 3 languages fluently. Being creative is all I know, and my 3 year old is already all about art :) loved this, thank you
Good suggestions. Most of us could do with taking a bit of time out to be creative by daydreaming and thinking "what if?".
Great suggestions, and really simple enough for anyone to try. Oh, how I long to be creative, I feel creative in my mind, I simply cannot translate it into my activities. Thanks for sharing.
thanks for the article - I especially agree about playing with kids (it's not only much fun to play with my 6-month niece, but it's alsoeducational... for me :-)
I DO most of this already! Guess I AM Creative as everyone says!!!! LOL
Thank-you for the inspirational post
Thank you for sharing this.
The ideas book is something I will definitey be doing from now on.
Thank you for the inspiration to find my creativity!
Last end of my so-called poem: in 64.333 years of life I'm still accounting. Addenda... IF they are messages from said Deity...does that mean I am highly favored or am I otherwise in the sights of the Cosmic Damnator???
Mighty fine! I have been writing about all the places we find "spectrums"--rainbow sequences of colors. I find those highly inspirational, even wrote a "poem" for our group. "Poem on "This Holy Spectrum"
Fixated by multicolored fasces since childhood.
Fondly found objects: little gel filters my dad used with
his camera in early '50s, Pastel blue, pink, yellow.
looking thru each of them changed the world in some increment.
Discovered looking through my child's hair up against my eyes
as the late day sun yielded
complexes of little bars and stars of those very same colorations.
Holding my mom's rhinestones in the sun just to grok
those psychedelic flashes of pure color burning my retinas.
Plucking a pepper tree frond, touching it to the surface of a
pan of water watching the colors SPREAD, glory in the sun on the water
I bend over feathery spreading oil stains in the street after a good rain.
I obsess over the color bands in a bubble blower held at proper angle.
They have a certain algorhythmical sequence, methinks.
*Celebrate, Celebrate, DANCE to the algoRHYTHMS!*
They are everywhere, surround us, impale us, make up our substance.
I see them in fine spidersilk in the morning.
I discern them when eyes are pressed up against utterly grey kitten fur.
There they are.
In certain floccus clouds, polarized airline windows, ice.
Can't escape 'em.
Some say they are Gods messages to us.
Whatever...I'm still counting them up.
in 64.333 years of life I'm still a
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