Creativity is most anything you do with love: make babies, cars work, Sistine Chapel Ceilings or growing familiar with the working of your mind and heart. Like sewing quilts. When passing mirrors or seeing myself in photographs I think 'oh dear how did I get to be such a high mileage worn out taxi cab?' Then I remember I am physically eighteen and have the curiosity of a three year old voracious as a cat. Or King David nakedly strutting into Jerusalem. Making love not the way of a maid with a man but the afterward daily hello! Ideally love becomes more simple: intimate-friendship-confessional-confidant & never ends.
Love also is a process unending somewhat akin to why I write the way I do beating a path in the desert for you not to follow but find it possible to find yourself and be well. Whole. A sincere person whose values reflect what you want the world to be for others.
LOOK IT UP!
You know the drill . . . 1 Corinthians 13 . . . i could rewrite it but it is perfect as is. I know IS the meaning and presence actual reality of IS yet the silent still whisperer says noting overt but nudges us towards ourselves not the IS . . . free will with the explicit emphasis on the first word is to become all that you are creatively and write that across the black night of indifference and oblivion in black ink across it . . . the IS. . . .is no it but personal energy expressed freely sans inhibitions
Everyone knows the IS and petitions the IS daily sometimes asking for Escalade or Porsche cars, large bank accounts or your child's life spared from anything like wars with Leukemia or the best retirement benefits self granted to politicians who accept graft to wrinkle laws to someone else's benefit and endless medical insurance guaranteed for life . . . Mr. Snark is leering over the top of my computer display chortling.
Give some people or institutions a modicum of material power and they run away with your life, your wife, your children, your future, home, energy to warm or cool it with, everything life depends upon they profit from.
Creativity is not competitive with anyone but yourself and there is no end no boundaries no limits to infinity since to create is enough. . . . need i remind my family all of them, intoxicated with want and those with enough; everything we do is a self-portrait. Joy is the long unending Hello to your best friend ever yourself who will be with you for better or horror, in sickness and health, needing no wealth to hide behind and at that the self within dances with the IS.
. . . more than enough
. . . sometimes especially now i wonder if what i write are/is captions for all my photographs? Those I destroyed and the published.
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