Creativity

The autumn is filled with pumpkins prayers for miles God's endless smiles on cool breezes shines high rise's of many colors with the leaves dance on the ground in the sky with autumns wing's flies a great season an inspiring reason peace in...

Here I sit, hunched over my construction paper, gripping a crayon so tightly that it snaps in half. Arm curved protectively around the paper, so close that it curls and crimps the corners of...

a path into the woods the desire to make a path I can follow begins to take its form. I am in no rush to reach the river. the Virginia woods have a lightness in them the Indians were...

It can be a bit intimidating to get started. That may be true in whatever it is that you’re doing, but especially if you’re creating art. That blank canvas… So much possibility. Possibility — or pressure? Depends on...

Establishing rules for poetry is like putting the dancer in a cage. She may gain an audience but her heart grows faint.

I know you very well. I know what makes you angry. I know when you are lying, And when you tell the truth. Nothing you do surprises me. You are an easy book to read. And...

 They think they love God! It is only his old clothes—of which they make scarecrows for the children. Where will they come nearer to God than in these very children? —Henry David Thoreau, Journal (Nov...

The seeker walked with Wisdom and came upon the cemetery of her servants. "Learn and move on", she said. "Their teachings may set you free, but their attendants will lock you in the catacombs...