As I come up on my 15th anniversary of writing this column, I’ve been reflecting on what has transpired. It’s a blessing I count every day. I’ve counted many blessings over these years, here in this space — thank you for listening.
I also have a blog. I even write in it once in a while. And a website. It’s there in all its glory. And an Etsy.com site. A Yelp site. A Facebook page. Oh, and now I’m on Instagram. Whatever that really means. I shall never Twitter.
With all this writing that needs to be done, how do I do it? I’m often asked that. Hard to say. One of my affirmations this year is to do something creative every day. Luckily, I have many activities that could be considered “creative,” so I’m not burdened with the pressure of only putting pen to paper, fingers to keyboard.
What have I done? I’ve signed up for a blogging class. I love to write. I love taking classes. Unfortunately, it’s an online affair, so I’m not as dedicated nor am I quite as inspired as getting the physical energy from others. But, they have got some good ideas, like, put random thoughts in a box and pull from it when in need of material to write about. OK.
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Here’s a little tour inside my head. Ready for some randomness? Dozing while reading is allowed.
“The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.” — Pablo Picasso
“Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy.” — Thich Nhat Hanh
“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” — Lao Tzu
“Indeed, man wishes to be happy even when he so lives as to make happiness impossible.” — St. Augustine
“The secret of happiness, you see, is not found in seeking more, but in
developing the capacity to enjoy less.” — Socrates
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world. Today I am wise, so I am changing myself.”
And so on.
How about these brain-busters:
Why does your drool turn yellow and brown on the pillow, a fact which you only notice when you go to wash the covers? Dog drool doesn’t, does it?
I am so happy when a friend of one of my sons asks to be my friend on Facebook.
Jack Russell terriers will go to great lengths to pee higher than they are tall to give other animals checking the pee-mail the impression that they are bigger than they really are. I know many people like that, too.
Now, the idea is to pick one of these out of a hat and create something meaningful from it.
Some of these may be a better collage on canvas than a picture for the mind. Some of them may line a birdcage. And you know what? That’s OK. Not everything that comes out of our mouths (or fingers) is profound. Perhaps in its own way. …