The leaves on my maple start life in fragile shades of green. They tentatively unfurl pale lime, sometimes golden. They grow toward summer. Slick rubbery surfaces become verdant labs, energy pads; an alchemical mission marrying sun, dirt, and water from who knows where. Some leaves are breezy cool; blowing their rustle in bluish notes. Some are robust …
It’s never too late.
It's never too late, Or in my case, too early, To be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit. Start whenever you want. You can change or stay the same. There are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of It. …
Poem: One River One Boat by Marjory Wentworth
Marjory Wentworth's poem "One River One Boat" deserves to be heard.
Creating Machines
Sometimes, creating is an individual thing. Sometimes it's is a group thing. What is this "creating machine" that we become?
Walking Increases Creativity
Recent studies tout the negative impacts to our hearts and muscles of inactivity. But, moving isn't just good for your body. Researchers have shown that walking, specifically, is good for the mind. It can help improve creativity.
See
Enduring mystery. Lures curiosity. Look more closely. Or, you will never see.
Repeat, Repeat, Repeat
Just a little ditty on the value of repeating when trying to plant a message, an idea, a concept....
Poem: Fans or The Seeing
A fun exercise in creating nonsense. This poem takes its inspiration from another poem in a language I don't speak: Under the gaze of the common, flat, golfer fans huffed and horned and livened the ferbers ....
Mistakes
Mistakes are an essential element of creating. It's not a question of 'doing it wrong'. It's a question of playing .... what does that mean for a manager? Click title to read post.
Poem: Tidepools
A poem about seeing. About how how glimmering glamouring can hide what lies in the depths: Little ripples charge the light ....
