Hiding is so often regarded as a negative action, but throughout our lives many of us also see the joy and advantage in it. When I was a little child, small or rarely frequented spaces had great appeal. You could see me (or not) under the dining room table, looking up at its underside, fascinated by the architecture formed by the legs of the chairs on its sides. I might have also been found (or not) in my bedroom closet, a dark place near piles of shoes, with hanging clothes gently caressing my face and shoulders. Why do such hiding places appeal to many children? Well, I can’t speak for others, but for me it was a chance to own my own special space, and see things from very different perspectives. Continue reading
I have loved flowers since as young as I can remember, but it wasn’t until my 40s that I discovered my passion for flower arranging. It’s just a hobby, but one I do regularly. Every time I go to the grocery store for the weekly trip, I indulge myself. The act of creating a beautiful display of colors, shapes and fragrances gives me satisfaction. So does their beauty that adds to my life during every season.
This morning I woke up feeling quite dull and sullen. The sadness of the recent loss in my family came back after some brief reprieves during the last two days. When I saw that the Daily Post word prompt was “create”, it didn’t produce the usual early morning creative juices that get my fingers flying on my laptop keyboard. My mind was blank. I considered skipping posting today. Continue reading