More recently life has overwhelmed me. It is almost as though my creativity has had a large rock tied to it and it is sinking deep under the waters. I can make a gurgle or a bubble and no one cares but me. It is a lonely place. A place where I wish I didn't find myself.
Some people are so unkind and others are truly angels. One up lifts and the other makes you sink. I’m for whatever makes you laugh. I’m for whatever makes you sigh and thank God you’re alive. I’m for the good and the fun and the joy and love one finds in creating.
My first published book, Grandpa and the Christmas Crib, was about love being the support of creativity. I know I feel best when I’m creative and it seems others feel the same. Music, dance, writing, singing, painting, sculpting, hammering, buttoning, riding…whatever the form of creativity, make it happen. Hey, we’re all here to live full throttle. Make it so, my friend, make it so!