My paternal grandmother had a pantry that opened via sliding doors. Every time we would visit, there was always a box of candy slices awaiting our tastebuds. I saw that candy again in a store, and it made me think of her…there are many things I could say about her, but I will leave those thoughts for another time. What I do remember about her was her creativity.
After we visited the pantry, we went out back to her workshop…where she made all sorts of creative things. She painted rocks, fired creamics, embroidered, and created a wide variety of miscellaneous things. There will always be a tender place in my heart for her workshop. It is where I began to understand that creativity was something you worked at, not just something you did. There were always projects in process and over time we would see them come to life. I only visited there as a child, so I suppose that is where the seeds of creativity were planted. It was my parents who then watered and nurtured those seeds into a vibrant crop.
What is happening to the seeds of creativity that you are planting? Maybe it was your place to plant, and now someone else is nurturing…or it could be your time to farm the seeds someone else planted. Either way, take time today to cultivate the crop of our future. It isn’t always glamorous to be a farmer – it takes consistent work day after day for things to appear – and yet where would we be if all anyone ever did was plant…someone has got to tend the crop.
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