What happens in the "magic circle"?
Wonder! Amazement? Exploding colors!
The fairies come out to play!
Anything is possible!
Am I washed in the tide of discovery....or do I sink into the darkness of judgment?
The unusual and the unknown show up!
Rays of light play across the lily pads of creation.
How do I allow the flow of creative ideas?
How to translate them into images that reveal their inner meanings?
For in laughter is the breeze of unfoldment.
Where is that creative genius hiding?
Up a river in a boat without a paddle.......
( row, row, row the boat)
Fearing to drown in the waves of mediocrity.
The undertow is strong.
Stagnation sucks the moving feet into the abyss of quicksand....deeper and deeper.
What rope is strong enough to overcome the muck?
How to stay in the wonderment of the magic circle?
How to stay skimming across the ordinary landscape....just enjoying the potent possibilities?