I reached into my creativity this morning and whipped out the following drawing and accompanying poem. I'm unsure what either has to do with my memoirs. I suspect I'm being kissed by my often-buried art fairy. My prim-n-proper self doesn't let her out to play that often.
If pink were fish
. . .and dreams streamed
Would the stars still sing?
I think creativity is very important in our lives. It takes us down other "roads" we would not normally use. It opens up a new perspective on the world, life and all around us. It makes us use the side of our brain soem rarely tap.
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