This summer, I sat with illusions of endless time.
Time to stare out the window with my imagination running wild.
Time to contemplate a flower.
Time to read and draw and paint and write.
Creativity requires that kind of time.
There were no school bells ringing.
I did not carry my proffesional worries around in a back pack.
...or even in my brain....
No harried running here and there to meet deadlines
or answer telephones and demands.
Just Lee and I here at home.
Getting to know each other better...
(even though we've been married 30 years)!
I did not make my bed if I did not want to.
Time to create whatever bubbled up....
Many indigeneous cultures have no word for time.
Their measurement of time is by seasons and moons.
Time passes with births and deaths, planting and harvests.
Everyone moving with earth's rhythms.
There were no synchronized clocks!
As a creative person I need to carve out time
or the illusion of it....
for my survival.
I return to my hectic life Thursday.
School starts next week.
I am making a deep committment to make time for my creativity.
A vow that I will devote some time each day to the natural part of me.
Time to dream, create, and be.
How do you find/make time to do the things you want to do?