So many ways to be creative, and the forms have certainly varied for me over the years. I think of caregiving, for example, and how I could cook for my mother the kinds of meals she made for us. When I visit Bethesda Thrift Store in Sheboygan, I always look at the art on the walls first. So much seems original, and I am sure every painting, or other kind of craft framed into a picture, has a story. There are many kinds of handmade items, and they bring comfort to our home. You can see the joy of making something – and that when one person’s home was full, they made something for someone else, or some other worthy cause.
Before blogs, and now too, I read many kinds of books about creativity. I simply loved the stories, no matter the form of art. It encouraged me to read about many drafts of poems, “rejection letters,” getting back to work after an illness and/or grief (but not too soon either). The need for rest, the long view, when to accept criticism, when to believe you got something right – so many issues and good lessons.
I also learned there are times and seasons. The schedule I used to keep is beyond me now. When one door closes, another opens, when the time is right.
New dreams at all ages. Prayer is creative work too. I’ve spent a lot of time in nursing homes, and quieter lives bless in countless ways. Simply who a person has become blesses others. They can be served now.
The images are by Walter Crane and courtesy of Reusable Art – Breathing New Life Into Old Art. I learned of his work from this site, which provides good research notes.