Poetry as a response to a recent blog post surprised and delighted me. I had written about grief and loss. You can read the original at Baby steps on the road to recovery My dear granddaughter, Jane-Heloise, sent me a copy of a lovely poem on the same theme by acclaimed American poet, Jane Hirshfield. …
Artist’s dates were high on my list of things I missed during COVID-19 isolation. Both have been regular, important parts of my life for decades. I missed the fizz of new ideas and the sparkle of self-induced fun. I know that brains need novelty and stimulation and wrote about that here. But when I couldn’t …
I wonder if I can I find twenty fun activities for 2020? It’s a bit of a challenge at this end of what turned out to be a tedious 2019, but I hope so.
To post blogs regularly takes time and effort. People blog for all sorts of reasons, but mostly because of the rewards which can be satisfying on a personal level or useful for business.
The bullet journal craze hit my radar with a bang a few weeks ago. Everyone who knows a bit about me, as well as many of my acquaintances, know I’ve always been a lists person.
Memory aids. Think mnemonics, aide-mes or more boring, reminder notes and mind joggers. Think, if you must, of lists to aid memory, although I strongly believe are amazing creative props.
The writing life came to me late, although I always wanted to be a writer. Looking back, it seems something thwarted my childhood plans at every turn, but on reflection it is more likely that I let those other life events get in the way of my dreams.
Multipotentialites unite! A discussion this morning on Facebook about multipotentiality caused my heart to sing.
Have you thought how you can be creative for life? To be creative for life is one of my goals. Perhaps it is one we share. The idea of being on a lifelong learning journey excites and stimulates me. So does the idea of living creatively. The two seem interrelated.
Reclaiming creativity is my new, important, goal. The lovely thing about this goal is that it is already happening. New ways of doing what I do already present themselves. My job is to listen to the promptings of my mind (or heart) and to respond. To watch out for synchronicity. For too long, I’d been …