Meri's Musings

This is so much harder than it seems. The lovely moments seem to be fleeting. The instant of trauma feels more likely to imprint. Collect and  celebrate extraordinary moments, moments of astonishment and celebration, moments of tender love moments that give you hope and inspiration.

soft and prickly sweet and sometimes in-your-face versatile and inflexible inspired and tired insightful and sometimes inexplicably obtuse it's the mix that's magic

One of the things that was magical about being a kid was playing dress-up, donning costumes and adult clothes and fancy costume jewelry and high heels miles too big. Pretending just for a moment that we were grown-up fancy  people. We could be a nurse or a fashion model or anything our imagination could manifest for those costumed minutes. Too often, as grown ups, we stop playing with possibility. Play dress up more often!

Do you ever get flashes of inspiration, times when ideas come in so fast you feel like you've had WAY too much coffee? I've talked about feeling like I was in a holding pattern, where my creativity was in a quiescent phase. I felt like I was waiting for something, but not sure what. Well I think I might have just settled in and pulled the lap bar down for a roller coaster ride. Let's see where it goes. Or maybe it's just because the light has returned and I can feel the promise of spring.