The day has been a long one. Creativity is stubborn and cannot, will not, be summoned upon demand. No, she has a will of her own ... she teases, she danced in circles, drawing in close but at her fickle nature stays beyond the fray, just slightly out of reach. At times, mostly when I least expect it, Creativity will flow effortlessly through me, generously and authentically. But she refuses to be a servant to my will. She will come if invited, but not forced, and if a place is prepared for her. When I am immersed in the sweetness of nature, Creativity seeks me out.
When at last we have a meeting of the hearts, something wonderful is born.
Today, Creativity was on vacation and I was on my own. I'll have to have a word with her.