Saturday, February 06, 2010

On this bleak, rainy, windy, foggy Saturday morning, I am finding beauty in everything. I am getting a chance to slow down and just BE right now. There is beauty in the barren winter trees, their branches stretching up toward the sky filled with grayish, white snow clouds. Wind quickly changes the face of the sky, clouds scattering, blowing, new formations made within seconds, a reflection of life. I am sitting at my desk, dividing my time between watching the world outside and writing, while listening to Norah Jones, drinking a vanilla latte while my kitten plays or naps. Poetry is singing in my mind as my pen brushes across the pages of my journal; I am wrapped in the folds of creativity at this moment in time, my voice and inner thoughts being heard. Creativity flows, I am grateful!

4 comments:

kath said...

I came over from Soul Aperture. How I wish I were basking in creativity right now. I'm not calm, I'm full of pent up ideas and none of them are coming out right. You have such a peaceful space here. Thank you for sharing.

Lori said...

Thank you. Yes sometimes creativity comes in it's own time and those days I feel stagnant and no ideas flow easily. Winter seems to be a difficult time for me to write a lot and have the ideas come out the way I want them to. I always think let me get this down so when it is the right time then I can go back and tweak the ideas to have them tight and concise. It is fun, but so hard when the creativity has a mind of it's own. Thanks for stopping by and welcome back any time. :)

Ruth said...

The scene you describe sounds like heaven to me.

Christina said...

How lovely. I adore times like this.
xo