That's how many posts I've made since January, 2007 when I started this particular blog. There are no prizes, no balloons and especially no clowns. It's just an announcement. 691
I guess I've had a lot to say.
My teachers from kindergarten on up would agree.
It was rare not to go home at the end of the week with a note for my mother.
Dear Mrs. So and So
Your daughter is delightful to have in my class. Her enthusiasm is a joy. Her talking when not called on is trying.
I have to say, my talking to my neighbor was not about boys or what our plans were for recess but about the subject. Trust me, if I didn't like the subject matter I wouldn't say a word I would be doodling in my notebooks.
Speaking of talking to my neighbor...... I was driving down my road and saw a guy taking pictures. I am not the kind of person that drives right by. I stopped, rolled down my window and asked what he was taking a picture of, what kind of camera he had, etc. Only to discover it was my neighbor, Steve. I used to call him Crazy Steve. It was not an affectionate name.
After talking with him, for a while, I apologize, Steve. You don't seem so crazy anymore.
Of course, he isn't doing clay work anymore and spending hours and hours alone in his studio.
He told me he hadn't been in his studio for about seven years. GASP
He's doing some teaching at the local technical college. We didn't get into what he's teaching.
We did, however spend a lot of time, by the side of the road talking about taking pictures.
He takes them for the Town of Verona and they publish them on their website newsletter. He suggested that I send him my pictures and he will re size them and submit them for me.
Yes, he will tell them that they are my pictures.
A committee, don't you love it? A committee votes on the picture to be used. It's not a paying job. It's more of helping the Town of Verona, mark it's territory. Although, I did tell them that I often take pictures of things that aren't in the actual town but you really could see them anywhere.
Anyway, the conversation made me smile and I was happy.
Happier, I should say. I'm basically a happy person on a regular basis.
I watched a program, on PBS about What It Means To Be Happy, last night.
The state of being happy seems to come and go for humans. The show seemed to boil it all down to how we THINK about things determines how happy we will be. Changing our thoughts or the way we think we can create happiness.
Some believe that we can heal ourselves by changing our thoughts and what we say.
I don't know about all dis-ease in our bodies but certainly my experiments with Temporal Tapping have shown me that some behavioral changes can be successfully made.
I think I was most impressed with the interview with a Vietnam POW. He spent three years in solitary confinement, in a room without windows and a light bulb that burned 24 hours a day.
What kept him and the other soldiers in that same compound sane was CREATIVITY. Without any tools to make something he and the others created a wall tapping alphabet so they could communicate with one another. They taught each other subjects, like French, Biology, etc. by just tapping on the walls.
I MEAN THIS JUST BLOWS ME AWAY!
The rest of the time he designed his dream house, for his family. He knew exactly how many boards, nails, bricks he would need. When the design was complete he would study it in his mind and then ask, WHAT IF? What if I added this kind of room or moved this. He would pass the days and years redesigning that house without any paper or pencil.
CREATING kept him sane.
Can you just imagine what you are capable of if you made it your MISSION to create every single day. To consciously announce that TODAY I AM CREATING if only for 15 minutes.
If only to make something new to feed your family or friends. To tell your children or grandchildren
Do you understand how much the SOUL, our inner being, our true self NEEDS TO CREATE.
That maybe creative people are happier people in the long run, just maybe.
:)Bea So what are you waiting for? CREATE