Chaos Is Fertile Soil For Creativity

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as he shied away from attention and attempted to urinate on me several times as a coping mechanism. The girls wished him well as they escorted him back to the comfort of the lake.Before the rain came down, camp games were played, then we turned the tent into a movie dome with fresh campfire popcorn and fell asleep watching Star Wars.From the disappointment and chaos, we changed course and managed a much closer bonding time. The weekend was a joy as we took the chaos and spun it into creative interactions. New skills were learned, new games played, and lasting memories made.In my writer’s mind, I spun several tales that while never making it to pen and paper or screen allowed me to sit under the stars with the company of my hundred-year-old dog, watching imagination play its game.It’s that kind of connection, that kind of wonder that keeps the child inside within reach. Beneath the storm there still lies a place of serenity and gratitude.The chaos returned Monday, upon recovering from the excursion, unpacking, and the pursuit of catching up on all that was sacrificed for time away. Yet, even though it was a “time away”, it was as it always is with our trips into the woods and water. It was a time to be closer. To each other, to nature, and to an appreciation of what the universe is always waiting for us to find.<h2 id="8de0">Tuesday: Fluid mind, steady heart</h2>Yes. Steady the heart. Keep the mind moving forward. Momentum.<figure id="a74f"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*YHRkJeDexeNJHzuuTslMpA.jpeg"><figcaption>Photo by <a href="https://unsplash.com/@thecreative_exchange?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">The Creative Exchange</a> on <a href="https://unsplash.com/s/photos/coffee-shop-interior?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText">Unsplash</a></figcaption></figure>This morning it was walking once more into the fray. I have lost the first rounds of battle but I have not lost the war. The forces pitted again

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st me are formidable but so is my resolve. My heart is steady. Summoning my Will forth once more. Brushing off the debris from the bombs lobbed and shots grazed across the body, I raised the weapons of words and forged my way ahead.Setting aside the pain. Paying no mind to the weariness following along, I found inspiration and joy from my writer’s community. Smiling in the recognition of others’ contributions, voices, and spirit. Simply because I was not basking in the warmth of the sun didn’t mean that others weren’t being set alight with its rays. Sharing in their achievements, gathering in the voices of those with good things to say, wise words to share, and engaging in the human connection of creative spirits, kept my mind fluid with positivity.There is a well-proven scientific process that dictates if only 1% of a mass is exposed to a dedicated shift in alignment, then the other 99% will also shift to resonate with the same frequency. The group of writers, poets, songsmiths, and teachers perform this equation. There are always several, optimistic, positive, genuine-hearted, empathetic, and supportive souls in our group. The equation proven again today in a small expression found its audience amongst us.A declaration was made, shared, and signed that we are not lost individuals in our group. We have joined a family. A table long and wide with a swath of room for more and more chairs to be added to our feast of creative expression. Feeding off of and unto one another, we are nourished in a bosom of wellness, hope, sincerity, and love. We are inspired and propelled to follow and listen to our voice inside and guide the words through our fingers. We know that even though our world may not reach a global community, we are tending a garden of goodness, fostering a supportive family, and giving comfort, praise, and encouragement.Not a single day has passed without 1% of the mass buzzing with good vibrations. The creative group adheres to science. Indeed, it is this place, this day that steadies the heart and opens the channels for the mind to flow.</article></body>

Monday: Chaos is fertile soil for creativity

This is the perfect prompt. Timely and relevant for me. This past weekend I managed to make good on my promise to my daughter to take her camping. She loves camping as much as I do. We are truly kindred spirits out in the wild.

I had decided to make a trip to my hometown about 5 hours away driving. We planned it so that we would arrive at my sister’s home on the date of my niece’s birthday. My daughter and niece are only weeks apart in age. Most every year we manage to attend each child’s special day.

The weather forecast was for a spectacular sunny, warm, and dry excursion. A few days were to be spent at my mom’s, where I could do some much-needed yard work for her, while the girls hung out and played. Then we’d head out to a remote and difficult to access, lake for a weekend camp out.

Everything went well except for the weather which decided to turn windy and cool for the weekend.

It turned into a chaotic storm. Fishing was out for most of the time there. Creativity was called for. The two adventurous girls ignored the stormy weather and spent hours on the water searching for and naming turtles. Two friendly turtles were named, Sampi and Jerome.

Sampi was a little shy but Jerome seemed very curious. He scampered his way onto my personal fishing craft and I brought him to camp for introductions. I think he was an introvert as he shied away from attention and attempted to urinate on me several times as a coping mechanism. The girls wished him well as they escorted him back to the comfort of the lake.

Before the rain came down, camp games were played, then we turned the tent into a movie dome with fresh campfire popcorn and fell asleep watching Star Wars.

From the disappointment and chaos, we changed course and managed a much closer bonding time. The weekend was a joy as we took the chaos and spun it into creative interactions. New skills were learned, new games played, and lasting memories made.

In my writer’s mind, I spun several tales that while never making it to pen and paper or screen allowed me to sit under the stars with the company of my hundred-year-old dog, watching imagination play its game.

It’s that kind of connection, that kind of wonder that keeps the child inside within reach. Beneath the storm there still lies a place of serenity and gratitude.

The chaos returned Monday, upon recovering from the excursion, unpacking, and the pursuit of catching up on all that was sacrificed for time away. Yet, even though it was a “time away”, it was as it always is with our trips into the woods and water. It was a time to be closer. To each other, to nature, and to an appreciation of what the universe is always waiting for us to find.

Tuesday: Fluid mind, steady heart

Yes. Steady the heart. Keep the mind moving forward. Momentum.

This morning it was walking once more into the fray. I have lost the first rounds of battle but I have not lost the war. The forces pitted against me are formidable but so is my resolve. My heart is steady. Summoning my Will forth once more. Brushing off the debris from the bombs lobbed and shots grazed across the body, I raised the weapons of words and forged my way ahead.

Setting aside the pain. Paying no mind to the weariness following along, I found inspiration and joy from my writer’s community. Smiling in the recognition of others’ contributions, voices, and spirit. Simply because I was not basking in the warmth of the sun didn’t mean that others weren’t being set alight with its rays. Sharing in their achievements, gathering in the voices of those with good things to say, wise words to share, and engaging in the human connection of creative spirits, kept my mind fluid with positivity.

There is a well-proven scientific process that dictates if only 1% of a mass is exposed to a dedicated shift in alignment, then the other 99% will also shift to resonate with the same frequency. The group of writers, poets, songsmiths, and teachers perform this equation. There are always several, optimistic, positive, genuine-hearted, empathetic, and supportive souls in our group. The equation proven again today in a small expression found its audience amongst us.

A declaration was made, shared, and signed that we are not lost individuals in our group. We have joined a family. A table long and wide with a swath of room for more and more chairs to be added to our feast of creative expression. Feeding off of and unto one another, we are nourished in a bosom of wellness, hope, sincerity, and love. We are inspired and propelled to follow and listen to our voice inside and guide the words through our fingers. We know that even though our world may not reach a global community, we are tending a garden of goodness, fostering a supportive family, and giving comfort, praise, and encouragement.

Not a single day has passed without 1% of the mass buzzing with good vibrations. The creative group adheres to science. Indeed, it is this place, this day that steadies the heart and opens the channels for the mind to flow.