Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been tagged as “creativity”
We turn the light on to help someone find their way home. Even if home is not here, but over there. Down the street. Or across the world. A small light leading toward a familiar feeling that we may not yet have words for. It was Tay who first turned on a light that is still leading me home. She …
Are you excited for Christmas? she asked. No. I nothing it. The words tumbled out before I knew I felt them. Been there before? Not sure how you felt until someone asked you and suddenly, whelp, there it is. I’m dreading Christmas, actually. We’re on a slim budget. I want to throw big dinner parties and the reality of opening our …
Mom, come look. They tug my arms and usher me to the backyard where behold our weathered patio table and benches have been transformed into a blanket-draped fort. It’s The O.S.S. – Our Organization of Secret Spies. They beam at their work, as if they just completed the final construction detail for the Empire State Building. As they invite me inside, I bend …
I’m not sure how I stumbled upon Liz Gilbert’s Big Magic late last year, but her words were divinely timed. As if the good Lord plopped it in this lap and grinned, All truth is My truth. Enjoy. I’d just signed a book contract, was feeling all the feelings about birthing a baby in the form of pages and a …
Today, we welcome Sally, our Guest Writer, to our comfy couch where shares her beautiful story of parenting, creativity, and hope. Gosh, I adore her heart and perspective, and I’m thinking you will too. My mother was an artist. Maybe to you, this is nothing significant. Or, if you know me, you may think so that’s where she gets it! …
I’m convinced that no matter where you live, when the clock strikes 4pm, children turn into wild animals.
It’s the never-ending witching hour; those fragile post-school, pre-dinner minutes when kids are veracious with hunger and refuse to entertain themselves, inconsolable until a heaping plate is set before their half-mast eyes. Tension mounts as you long to sit on the floor and pull out every.single.art project and homework assignment and recount the days happenings. Who did you play with on the playground? It’s the letter N today? Stories, end-of-the-day snuggles, throwing dinner responsibilities aside to run outside and chase the last hours of daylight call. All the while you stare at the clock, the small hand taunting you with dinner to be made, tables to be cleared of teacher notes and book order fliers, and set.
My hubby and close friends know that I’m constantly
re-decorating,
re-arranging,
re-purposing,
re-organizing
and visualizing how to use this in that space, or asking what can we create for this room? It’s an illness. And I’m okay with it.
The latest victim was our bathroom- it was in dire need of inspiration and personal touch, and it received just that!