100!

Days 98-101: When I began the Year of Creative Habits I hoped a daily creative activity would ultimately help with my writing. I’m now 101 days in and I think it has – and more. My word choices have expanded, my thoughts jump and connect smoother and I’m able to “dive in” to projects easier. One of the aspects I’ve imposed on my daily creative practice is that it takes no more time than 30 minutes to an hour. In turn, these short bursts of concentrated focus have helped me learn to grab onto and complete writing assignments quicker . This…

Give me circles

Days 94 & 95: I’m fond of circles. I like the continuity, the serenity, the completeness and calm I find in the circular form. Yesterday and today’s creative habits have involved circles.                 While watching the college basketball (another circle) final game I drew a Mandala.                 Reminiscing about black light posters from my 70s childhood.

10

It’s been 10 days since I last blogged about my ongoing “year of creative habits” practice. The creativity has been ongoing but the writing has stagnated. I’m looking at changing up my writing time and somehow fitting it into my morning routine as opposed to late in the evening – henceforth today’s early morning post. Spring showers – I woke up at 4am to a perfect spring thunderstorm with just the right amount of lightning and rain. My cloud study from this past Monday:                 Other creative habits, days 75-83, include:    …

Making the creative days count

Day 44, 45, 46 (Year of Creative Habits): Day 44: Saturdays are often full activities, this week was no exception. It’s become my “habit” to fill the morning with some creative expression. This weekend was cold and bright, the perfect backdrop for knitting my off-white wrap. The super-bulky yarn begs to be a little longer. Too bad I’ve started and ripped up this piece a couple of times.   Day 45: Valentine’s Day was quiet, starting with a first Sunday of Lent church service. Our minister shared this quote from Dorothy Butler Bass, “We yearn to see our lives matter.”…

Great, yet tired, expectations

Day 34: I couldn’t sleep last night. I kept jerking myself awake. Talking it over with a coworker this morning we couldn’t decide if it was the pot of coffee I drank yesterday, the very large and important presentation our team pulled off or the fact that I blew off my very young yoga practice and instead sat around coloring and reading blogs late into the night. I was not the brightest grownup and my delinquency led to a very yawn-filled Wednesday. But creativity did still happen on my part. I was once again “drawn” to create a Zen Mandala….

Red Rover, Red Rover

Day 32: Red Rover, Red Rover…send Lori right over. I’ve been watching the Iowa Caucus all evening. Early this evening, when the Democratic Caucuses were beginning and the candidate delegates were lined up across the room from one another – I couldn’t help but be reminded of the  playground game. Here’s a little secret. I’ve had the Caucus on my calendar for a couple of weeks. I hurried to get all my “to dos” done early so I could watch the results on TV. I’m a campaign junkie, an armchair commentator.  I love politics and art.  It’s not surprising that I found…