A small piece of creativity that came to me so easily, I felt it should be shared. For all of you who joined me on this first day!
I see creative all about
Which makes me want to jump and shout,
But instead I think I’ll sit
Here with myself and think a bit.
From where does the Awen flow?
In light or dark, through rain or snow.
It comes from those called ‘friend’, it seems
As they show me their hopes and dreams.
A blanket thick, some gorgeous art
And some who don’t know where to start!
But we all have it, this deep flow
The trick is finding how to show
Where that spark comes from, hid within
We overcome our fear of ‘sin’,
Of showing off, or standing out.
Instead, you too can jump and shout.
And so this bit of doggerel came
Without much effort – and no shame!
To share with you. Who inspire me.
I’m honoured. So now, shall we see
Where we end up? Along this path
We walk together, cry and laugh.
We live, we love, fire burning bright
For from the darkness comes this light.
We share our inspiration, no matter how mad it might seem… keep reaching for that spark, my friends.
And the image that inspired this verbal scribble: Odin, by Phil Woodward.