Beyond the bounds… of what your mind thinks is reasonable
It’s hard to value play, it seems so… childish. But play is effective because it takes us beyond the bounds of what our minds think is reasonable.
Play gets our energy moving.
It’s hard to value play, it seems so… childish. But play is effective because it takes us beyond the bounds of what our minds think is reasonable.
Play gets our energy moving.
“The place in which I’ll fit will not exist until I make it.” ~ James Baldwin (1924-1987) Frank Zappa said, Without deviation from the norm, progress is not possible.” Let’s make places where the oddballs fit. And change the world.
Thirty years ago, I was bored and directionless in a Ph.D. program at the University of Chicago. My father had just died somewhat unexpectedly at the youthful age of 57 and I committed from that moment on, I would ONLY do work that was fun, juicy, and creative. After a couple of months spent grieving…
I had a fun, rich, deep conversation with Jennifer Louden about the potency of creativity. Jen is a super thoughtful resource for all things creative and I love her podcast. It brings so much substance to the conversation about creativity and creative work. Here’s the full link to the podcast: https://jenniferlouden.com/create-out-loud-2/episode-38/?fbclid=IwAR3yBU0LhYKCAw6JBbH_XEb_kemQcCezyiSGQiK0_cgy0keOUzzKSQPk5SA
The daisies aren’t worried about what the worms or bees are doing; they’re not comparing themselves to the trees; and they’re not trying to take care of the sun. Because fullness is a full time job. “I am in my fullness. I am so full that I can’t stop to worry about other…
Perhaps the reason why creativity is given short shrift in academia is because it has a light, playful energy, rather than the heavy, dense energy of facts, charts, research….and heavy books that have been sitting in dusty corners of the library for a hundred years. I got my Ph.D. from the University of Chicago and…
I’m feeling moved to share one of my favorite poems by Maya Angelou. Although she mentions “my children” in the first line of Elegy, I’ve never felt her poem was to be read literally. This poem is about our creative offspring… whatever they may be. What have we nurtured in our lives? What are we…