November 9, 2010

• Creative as a child

    Creative mind I did enjoy as a child. I could make up a story to entertain others in a group and was called on to do it. I remember a group of kids in a booth as we passed the time as our parents talked together after church  or a meeting.  I was amazed how the ideas could pop into my head of things to tell which kept others entertained.

     As a teenager, I wrote plays, skits, puppet shows, and short stories like it was second nature. I enjoyed reading and could fill a library card front and back in 9 weeks. My creative mind with fed with others creativity which inspired me even more.

      College years, I still could come up with skits for our Bible Study to drive a point home or advertise an upcoming event. It was fun to brainstorm with others. I helped many come up with subjects for papers and outlines. Actually, a journalism scholarship for two years of college help me get started but realized it was not my path. I began to get blocked which is not good when a deadline looms near.

      Later as the years passed the creativity seemed to be choked out by the demands of life. My career allowed me to see life in a different way and dreams of childhood did not come to pass in ways I thought they might. Loosing the cattle, horses, and farm took away the  open skies of creativity. Life moves on as dreams and things one loves in life are removed without replacement with other dreams. Losing beloved family members that encourage, relate, and accept one in life begins to cloud over a once open clear creative sky. Watching ones take faith to make it a game of manipulations of control over others verses sincere faith that encourages others and prepare upwards toward eternity. It can kill creativity or even the openness to creativity.

       Yes, I enjoyed encouraging others in life but as I listened it was not to be shared. Yet, recently challenged to write again and inspired by others who remind me of how I could write at one time. Realizing I have been around a few decades in different places could allow it to be safe to write again. Yes, still distracted by what life can throw ones way and the need to sleep for a refreshed mind of creativity. In this background you can find how much a sky still means to me as I keep it for  years and still take pictures unshared of skies over the years.

       A gift is a gift to be used or lost over time due to lack of use. Faith has to be practice to grow or it just fades away with lack of use. Life is to be lived with hope which makes it far sweeter than just to exist.

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