Art happens inside of me. It is at times a lonely endeavor. It requires time spent with self. Sometimes the results are good. Sometimes it is an utter fail. I once took a dim view of failure. Now, I know it is a part of the process. By accepting that, I am not so often strangled by the fear that others will not like what I create. I don't always like what I create, so why should everybody else?

There is deep value in the engagement of the imagination. To bring the invisible thought into a visible reality, for me is a kind of magic that keeps me committed to expressing what my creative spirit conjures.

There are so many different forms of creativity. Creativity is that spark inside that wants to make something whether it's a poem, a joke, or a loaf of bread. When you look at the clouds, what do you see? Our imaginations are powerful tools. Draw a picture, color with crayons or markers, paint your toenails, pick up sea shells, put together an outfit. Do something that taps into that part of you that delighted in sharing something you made as a child.