Take a city block lined with lavender-ready jacarandas, sidewalks busy with people walking as if time-released, with dogs of all sizes and shapes, well-spaced, as if driven by duty. Add a sky, usual size, a funky apartment complex, dark cedar siding, small obligatory pots of aloe, jade and pansies in front. That’s about the size of it. As if...
Upstairs a medium-sized writer sits under the entitlement of cats wondering what to write for an open mike that evening in a cool and clever cafe with espresso drinks sized one shot, two shot, three shot … buzz.
The size of the writing needs to fit into three minutes exactly, so no long run on James Joyce sentences that Ulysses around the bush. Perhaps she should pour some quick bittersweet soul into the writing.
Memories have shrunk to convenient sizes easily forgotten. Stored no place in particular.
Writing remembers all sizes and shapes of pasts. The writer wants only to relive large laughter. Haha. Good luck.
Maybe she’ll write about the type of family who planted the seeds of angst that so beautifully turn into a prose writer … but this writer leans mostly toward the humorous and the inspiring.
Yet, harsh childhoods are a blessing for writers. The wounded make great writers. Misguided mothers can mold funny girls or angry misfits, - both have good writing potential. Both have given her a sentence of time served and now she can give sentences back.
Maybe she’ll invent fiction where the heroine rises above the struggle. Nah, she’ll just watch a movie for that.
Dolphins have their own built in radar. What if humans developed radar so we could avoid bumping into life's pits and pains?
Perhaps we don't fly dry or have radar because bumping into things in the dark, in life, and in love, make for better "creating" than flying around without getting wet.
Or maybe we can develop a kind of radar that detects both the pains and the joys of life as what they can used be for writing, art, music, dance, photography, performance art, even a wildly creative flower arrangement. Resilience, perseverance, self-love, universal love, freedom and acceptance emerges in creativity.
Maybe making our way through life and stumbling over our humanity is filled with the creative potential.
- How's your radar for the next small creative connection?
- How does your intuition serve as creative radar?
- What transports you through the rain?
- Are you there for it?
Maybe making our way through life and stumbling over our humanity is the sighs of creativity.