The rumbling inside bubbles; a brook of new beginnings beckons. Creativity’s call to contemplate and create.
So I wrestle with all of my realities, I’m too busy…need to go to the gym…fix up the house for guests…finish decorating for Christmas, finish my Christmas shopping. But determined, as I am to win, I finally pin the excuses to the floor. I answer creativity’s call and set up another table inside my art room.
I plop assorted pieces of possibility on top, and then close the door to all of the things I have to do.I wince when I look at the explosion of fabrics and buttons, garlands and berries, painted-wood pieces and incomplete ornaments. The clutter grates against my organized self.
Yet, from this mayhem, ideas start to pop: Place a fabric yo yo here and button there.
Before long, the trickle of ideas starts to flow into completed ornaments. The stream becomes a surge of inspiration, rushing forward, sweeping me along, until the hours go by and the sun sets.

What is this magic that happens? I muse. Even though I don’t fully understand, something magical does happen when I take the time to open the art room door and enter. When I set out supplies and wait to see what happen my muse shows up.
Yes, God is faithful to deliver artistic grace with we dare to play. I sense His grace swirling in sweet streams of creation. I cup my hands and sip slowly.
Then, while splashing in these waters of delight, an idea flashes: I’ll set aside a time to teach friends, family, and their children/grandchildren to create, just like Mom taught me and my sis so very long ago.

Yes, the recipe for creativity is really quite simple:
- Take a little time
- Clear a little space
- Set up a few supplies
And lastly, watch the magic happen!