Posts Tagged ‘creativity’

Psychscribe Quote #58

April 19, 2009

 

“Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.” Sigmund Freud

When I am Happiest

March 16, 2009

 

I’m happiest when I’m creating. I am totally present. It feels like God flows right through me. Peace and energy simultaneously! What could be better than that??? Pure joy! I honestly feel that both physical and spiritual healing continue to take place in me, the more I allow my creativity free reign. Poetry, jewelry designs, decoupage, photography- all of it. I’m working on a new jewelry design which i will show you later. I went to take photos of what i’ve done to show you guys but my battery was dead on my new camera 😦

Anyway, just thought I’d share a happy mood for a change.  By the way, the photo is not me but my sister and dearest friend, who shares my joy as described here…she’s an incredible mixed media artist so we are starting a business together. God I love her.

Psychscribe Quote # 46

December 5, 2008

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“Imagination is more important than knowledge”….A. Einstein


P.S. I don’t know who is the artist of this awesome image. I found it in my huge selection of saved photos.  If I downloaded something from your blog, please tell me and I will give proper credit. Thx.

 

Well it turns out that this image was downloaded from the site of one of my best buddies, AmberMoon, LOL! So anyway, if you want creativity or inspiration, you really should visit her site.


New Site Design

November 7, 2008

Isn’t it awesome?!! I am so happy with it!!!! It was designed and given to me as a gift from my dear friends Amber Moon   and Sanity Found. If you haven’t discovered them yet, please do click on their blogs. You won’t be disappointed 🙂

Amber and San, these rhodies are for you, right out of my garden. xxxooo

 

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The Prodigal Daughter

March 13, 2008

The Prodigal Daughter

Thanks to a class offered by a

soft spoken South American professor

who preaches the gospel of creativity

I am whole again.

Seeking the power of steel beams and girders

I had tossed my Muse (my dearest friend) into the sea.

I needed muscle

not watercolor dreams leading nowhere.

I learned to weld and solder

to read blueprints and gauge distances

to hammer and sweat in the sun

until mine was as big as his.

I forgot how to cry.

Finally one say in class (for three credits)

I walked alone across the bridge that

I had built with my own two hands and

found my Muse waiting there

like an indulgent mother

for me to call her name.

Now words and colors and images

leap and dance before my eyes

and I paint golden wildflowers on my bridge

and I sing purple poems

and my tears fall freely now

because I have come home again,

transformed.

It is indeed a form of prayer.

 

by Pyschscribe copyright 2008