Creative Inspiration and Receptiveness First Published on Medium. Nov 8 · 6 min read Today, I was literally woken up by a flashing breakthrough on the works of creativity. It was stimulating. I’ve had the good fortune of been awakened by ideas or melodies buzzing in my head, but this morning something rather important happened […]
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Nobody seemed to remember the old house on the hilltop. The white walls worn and yellowed by time were speckled with thousands of small pinholes where termites have eaten through the wood leaving a complex web of faint lines. Pieces of blue shutters hung precariously on rotten joints or crumbled into piles of sand on
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Turning the Tide in Our Favor She stood in the storm and when the wind did not blow her way, she adjusted her sails.” – Elizabeth Edwards I finished reading a novel that constantly hints Dory’s words in Finding Nemo: “When life beats you down, just keep swimming, keep swimming, swimming”. It just hit me
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Heed my words: you are not alone!A multi-mind is something to beholdOne infringing the Many?Such blasphemyLet the one become the twenty! Dispersion is a diversionImmersion plays conversionwith such an array of inventionsWho could choose between versions? Depth doesn’t = 1Not when One is the sum of manyIncontestable layers of depthLeave the one-way perplexed The vexed
The legacy of heroes is the memory of a great name and the inheritance of a great example.Benjamin Disraeli Every time somebody asks for a list of my heroes, I experience emotional turbulence. It begins with the same symptoms of both, creative anxiety and impostor syndrome. I go around and around, torn between curiosity and
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A Puzzle of Haikus Lost in old sorrowsOblivious to wonderMy Life skips a beat Where is it going? Yet called by the unnoticed Clouds change the picture Loud rumbling inside Ashes and pollen up high Pieces holding tight Silent winds blow cold Whose prints are those in the sand Warm reds deny sight Words cling…
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