creativity
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I got to the Coffee shop After a walk that included more work chat. Sitting down. I Open the blank lined page Green tea poured. Red pen chosen. Ready. Tired. But ready, The page. Blank. Inviting. Alive with possibility. Daunting with expectancy. Weary limbs picking up the pen. Mind unsure. Facing the unknowingness of what…
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Its the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting (Paulo Coelho) ‘Whats the dream?’ once asked my university tutor, over eight years ago. It was a question I meekly answered, along the lines of ‘to be well known in theodrama’. It was the first time, aged 38 that I had been…
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I am not entirely sure if there are words in the dictionary to describe the events of my last three weeks, and in the main they are not for here. But let’s just say that for almost every single one of them, there have been moments of being brave, courageous, of facing inner and outer…
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Writing words. It’s Started again. Writing. Writing. The mind goes clear, the fog lift and the words come out again. Truth. Hope. Love. Wonder. Words. Feel. Alive. Soul gives. Hope springs. Forth. Writing. Writing. Making. Shaping. Creating. Meaning. Trying. Giving. True. Soul. Energy. Life. Feeling. Bliss again. Just writing. Fingers pounding. Not making Sense, of…
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I sometimes, no, often, get myself into a spin. It happens, that when something is challenging, difficult and messy (mild words for ‘WTF is going on?’) I write. I write for myself, with words you will never see. I write for myself – and they end up in the draft pile I write for myself,…
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Gently does it You, yes you life doesn’t work fast Time Makes Love Soft, making Of life In all its tenderness life giving wonder at the magic of it all life, noticing the leaf, the branch, the gap in between the voice within noticing in the mad rush of every day. Pen Pink pen love…
James Ballantyne 