The temperature is already in the 70’s on this late February morning. The wind is blowing in from the north which means the scent from the drying laundry is hitting my nose. This warm weather is getting the birds a little frisky. Couples are already prepping their nest while some woodpeckers are doing a little construction of their own. Even though nothing’s really blooming yet, the bumble bees are out exploring and searching for nectar.
As for me, my lazy ass is just killing time. I hate these moments when I just feel paralyzed by the waiting I often have to do. Even the routines of life don’t often fill my creative need to be heard and seen. On IG alone I have well over 4000 posts. Now if that doesn’t scream needy and desperate for attention, nothing does. Still I pen my little words, hoping somewhere my voice is needed. But hey, I’m a realist and I know in this world of instant gratification, I’m but a small drop of regurgitated information.
Still I write and I write, and I take my photographs with my cheap little phone. But to what end? Some monetary satisfaction? Hardly. To broaden my likes and followers? Yes, but that’s reduced to just a diehard few. I guess it all boils down to creativity. My friend artist Rod Jones, spends a great deal of time exploring and reflecting on the need for creativity. And while some of his thoughts are way above my pay grade. I understand and I’m often frustrated by the need to create. So as I look around at the desire of the natural world to begin flourishing again. So to I create yet another piece art. For me, if for no one else.
As for me, my lazy ass is just killing time. I hate these moments when I just feel paralyzed by the waiting I often have to do. Even the routines of life don’t often fill my creative need to be heard and seen. On IG alone I have well over 4000 posts. Now if that doesn’t scream needy and desperate for attention, nothing does. Still I pen my little words, hoping somewhere my voice is needed. But hey, I’m a realist and I know in this world of instant gratification, I’m but a small drop of regurgitated information.
Still I write and I write, and I take my photographs with my cheap little phone. But to what end? Some monetary satisfaction? Hardly. To broaden my likes and followers? Yes, but that’s reduced to just a diehard few. I guess it all boils down to creativity. My friend artist Rod Jones, spends a great deal of time exploring and reflecting on the need for creativity. And while some of his thoughts are way above my pay grade. I understand and I’m often frustrated by the need to create. So as I look around at the desire of the natural world to begin flourishing again. So to I create yet another piece art. For me, if for no one else.
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