Thoughts on Creativity
This morning a friend posted this wonderful quote about creativity on his facebook page:
To Fit Together
Creativity belongs to the artist in each of us. To create means to relate. The root meaning of the word art
is to fit together and we all do this every day. Not all of us are painters but we are all artists. Each time we fit things together we are creating—whether it is to make a loaf of bread, a child, a day.
Source: Learning by Heart
This quote stayed with me today. I sometimes feel I’m fitting puzzle pieces together in every aspect of my life, but especially when I allow the pieces that are my “art” to fit in and around the rest of my life. It’s all creation, after all.
And speaking of fitting it all together . . .
I’ve been recovering from a hectic but fun week with the grandchildren here. We were going to do art, but never got around to it with all the other things we did. It would have been pretty difficult with River, a two-year-old who is all boy and a tornado of activity, along with Piper, the insatiably curious and intense five-year-old. It would have been like herding cats, as the saying goes. They forgot all about the art, but they had tons of fun anyway. Maybe “art” will happen next time.
They did pick a big watermelon out back and we ate that. Surprise — it was a yellow one inside!
Then they picked great big butter beans . . .
. . . and spent an hour afterward helping shell them. And then they ate some! I called these beans “edamame” because I knew Piper likes that. I cooked them the same way that soy beans would have been prepared for edamame, drained them, let them cool, and the kids popped them into their mouths.
Another day, we baked bread. Piper did everything, except figuring out how much of everything to measure out. But measure she did — even perfecting how to level off a spoon and a cup. Then she put the dough hook on the mixer and was fascinated with the kneading of the bread. Then she shaped the loaves (like playing with play-dough) then snipped the little slashes on top with scissors, and painted them with the glaze and sprinkled on the seeds. Then she watched it rise, then bake.
Her brother River helped. He was up on a step stool right beside her watching us the whole time.
So as I have said many times before — it’s all creation!