Creativity’s Grief

I used to feel an impossible sadness inside of the things I wanted most. Deep inside the thick color of paint or a beautiful design coming to life, there was my dread. My grief buried behind the pigment and the thread. I would turn my head away. I would close my eyes tightly and graspContinue reading “Creativity’s Grief”

The Lost Creative

I was mid yoga pose today when I had an epiphany. I haven’t used that word in ages. Nowadays it’s more about “insights” or even “revelations”, but this was most definitely an epiphany. It echoed something that popped into my mind briefly this morning. Something about creativity. And here it was, more fully formed ofContinue reading “The Lost Creative”