When my friend, Donna, came over last Thursday we had the most special time around my dining room table. At least I hope she had fun also, because I certainly did.
During our conversation Donna mentioned an artist she'd met who'd gotten a college degree in creativity. Wow--is that cool, or what?! Immediately I thought that if ever I return to college, that's the degree I'll aim for: Creativity.
But since I don't plan to visit any hallowed college halls soon, perhaps I'll go for a Creativity Degree here in my home. I mean, what with this computer and access to books and movies, well, an education in creativity is available everywhere.
If I'm not as creative as I would like, then it's my own fault. I mean hey, I'm surrounded by inspiration. If I'm bored, it's because I've ceased my search for new ideas, colors and style and if I've forgotten how it feels to be 10-years-old and at my creative best, well, that's because I've let go of what I once exercised daily.
So let the classes begin! May I set aside afternoon hours to learn, grow and be creative. May I seek until I find. May I find what I've lost and add to that layers of the creative flow which glimpses art in every room, every field with a farmhouse and every table scape, as well.
And may the acquisition of a Creativity Degree be never ending and an enjoyable lifetime away.
One of the artist's assignments was to make a list of creative ideas, to just jot down any and every imaginative idea which came to him. Loved that! (And can do that, certainly.)