The Rainy Season

1 06 2012

I drive to work beneath the hanging bellies of rain-laden clouds, who promise fecund drops to nurture earth. The porous limestone of the islands mirrors my own creative skin, both hungry for replenishment, and awaiting the deluge.  For me that downpour comes in the hours and minutes of summer when my time is my own.  For the Keys, it is the afternoon thunderstorms that form cloud-towers in the sunny heat, then burst into thunder-claps and fleeting downpours, only to dissolve into sunsets of breath-taking beauty.  Earth’s creative expression is my inspiration! And so I drive on with cloud grayness holding me to the ground, counting the days until I can build my own cumulus towers of ideas and images;  until I too am replenished.

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Time and Meaning

10 04 2012

Am I giving time to what I really want to do with my life?  I think so.  There are so many things I want to do with my life.  I don’t give equal time to them all, and sometimes they aren’t the priority I want them to be.  Sometimes things I don’t want to do with my life press to the forefront!  What do I want to do?  Creating is what I love best, whether it is writing, photography or art, decorating, cooking, or thinking of new teaching methods, looking at the world in different ways, or understanding something clearly.  To often mundane chores interfere.  The dilemma is that I hate having a dirty house, or feeling disorganized, or not being prepared, so I forgo the creative activities; or perhaps I avoid them?  Hmmm.