The child embraces creativity without limits. I have memories of tucking between my bed and the wall, hidden from view, surrounded by materials for drawing, writing, and colouring. I kept the chaos at bay with my creative endeavours.
Life happened, and the pencils and crayons disappeared. Journals remained, but only for private. Mundanity and routine replaced imagination.
Then illness struck and with dis-ability came time, and that inner urge to create re-emerged. A true blessing.
(Reena’s Exploration Challenge this week is quotations related to writing, creativity, or writer’s block.)