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.