Creativity is like an underground spring; if it’s plugged in one place, the water will bubble up in another. Often this occurs when and where we least expect.

Recently this happened to me. I felt stifled and sad due to some difficult circumstances, so I returned to one of the activities that brings me joy—a stroll through my gardens picking hand bouquets. The next day I found a comment left in response to this post: READ THE ENTIRE POST…