This is actually last Thursdays post, but like I said the goo monster!
That's right folks, today I have had a creative revelation! It's one of those things that I knew really, but never spent time thinking about how amazing it is. I find revelations usually are like that.
Anyway, at school this morning the little Saltford primary kids and I were learning all about fossils; how they are compressed over thousands of years, but have to be in the right kind of earth to form...All very interesting, but then we made a poem based on fossils. We read through a famous old poem by Alexander Pope and picked out the images he'd used to describe a grotto filled with fossils.
That's when it dawned on me; creativity can come from anywhere and can combine anything. Today we were learning a bit of chemistry, science, history, english, but took elements of all those things and created out of them. We made a poem.
What do you love? What do you find interesting? Use it to inspire your creative side. If anything and everything can inspire creativity, then surely everyone can be creative! Amazing, huh?!
So get creative with the things that inspire you!
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Thursday, 19 May 2011
Tuesday, 26 April 2011
Day 323: Once in a lifetime...
Yesterday I spent six hours in the car traveling from Devon to Essex. I don't usually travel by car and although it was a long and pretty boring journey, I saw loads of amazing things, creative and inspiring in their own way. But, like an idiot, I didn't take any pictures.
It got me thinking about all the things I do, which I'll only do once. I mean, I will do that journey again, but it won't be the same. There will be different cars filled with different people, doing different things at a different time. The weather won't be the same. The people I travel with won't be the same. The traffic will stop and start and different places. I'll see different birds, different houses, different pedestrians.
It's like when you go to gig. That collection of people will never be in the same place sharing the same experience ever again.
Most things we do, we will never do it again. If you think about it, everything is once in a lifetime. So, how do you capture them? How do you capture the creativity, the inspiration that you get...?
Something to think about...
It got me thinking about all the things I do, which I'll only do once. I mean, I will do that journey again, but it won't be the same. There will be different cars filled with different people, doing different things at a different time. The weather won't be the same. The people I travel with won't be the same. The traffic will stop and start and different places. I'll see different birds, different houses, different pedestrians.
It's like when you go to gig. That collection of people will never be in the same place sharing the same experience ever again.
Most things we do, we will never do it again. If you think about it, everything is once in a lifetime. So, how do you capture them? How do you capture the creativity, the inspiration that you get...?
Something to think about...
Sunday, 20 March 2011
Day 286: Bob Marley's sweet sunshine
The last two days have been filled with sunshine and I just love it! I dragged a chair out into my little sun-trap garden and ate my lunch watching the little birds that are nesting in our bush swoop down and eat the grains from the ground. They've fallen out of the bird feeder, which hangs on our rarely used washing line.
Whilst catching the sun rays, rare as gold dust in Bath, I was trying to think of something inspiring to share with you all on this Sunday afternoon, but all I wanted to write about was the sunshine.
My little garden is generally quiet, but as I sat there I could hear the odd lawn mower going, the shouts of kids playing in their gardens and people tooing and frowing from the park down the road. Everyone loves a bit of sunshine, especially in the UK. Generally, us Brits love complaining about the rain we get, but if you think about it, rain's actually amazing. Not only does it give us such a vibrant countryside, (and a flowing water cycle, of course) it also makes us appreciate the odd days of warm sunshine.
I feel like sunshine actually inspires a lot of creativity because it make people (in the UK, anyway) really happy. I mean, Bob Marley for one is clearly a fan. There's even a Mister Men book named after sunshine, followed by a film by the same name, but not really the same story! (Check out Day 264 for more of that one.) It's inspired me to write this entry anyway.
How does the sun inspire you to be creative? Have a think about it...in the sun...
Whilst catching the sun rays, rare as gold dust in Bath, I was trying to think of something inspiring to share with you all on this Sunday afternoon, but all I wanted to write about was the sunshine.
My little garden is generally quiet, but as I sat there I could hear the odd lawn mower going, the shouts of kids playing in their gardens and people tooing and frowing from the park down the road. Everyone loves a bit of sunshine, especially in the UK. Generally, us Brits love complaining about the rain we get, but if you think about it, rain's actually amazing. Not only does it give us such a vibrant countryside, (and a flowing water cycle, of course) it also makes us appreciate the odd days of warm sunshine.
I feel like sunshine actually inspires a lot of creativity because it make people (in the UK, anyway) really happy. I mean, Bob Marley for one is clearly a fan. There's even a Mister Men book named after sunshine, followed by a film by the same name, but not really the same story! (Check out Day 264 for more of that one.) It's inspired me to write this entry anyway.
How does the sun inspire you to be creative? Have a think about it...in the sun...
Saturday, 12 June 2010
Day 5:Inspirational nature
Okay, I couldn't tell you guys yesterday because the event was still too close, but now I feel ready to share my traumatic experience with you all. Here goes...
For the past few months I have been enjoying the company of two blue tits in my garden. They are called Tit and Tat. They live in my next door neighbour's garden and it has become apparent that they have baby blue tits (cute!).
On Wednesday, I went out into the garden and down by the side of the back door was the cutest little ball-of-fluff chick I have ever seen. My theory is that it attempted to fly out of the nest with little success, and became stuck on the floor. So I hid behind my kitchen bin and watched it cheeping away. Ever faithful Tit and Tat came with food for newly named Tot. He was so cute! Every so often he would try to fly, but after getting a few inches off the ground, he'd be exhausted again and just go back to sitting and cheeping.
Yesterday morning I went out into the garden to find Tot sitting on a bush in my garden. I thought: 'Good work Tot, you're learning to fly flap by flap!'
Then, upstairs in my house in the afternoon, I looked out the window to see Fernando (a regular cat visitor to my garden) licking his lips suspiciously! I rushed down the stairs, into the garden and there was no more cheeping. Fernando had killed Tot!
As you can imagine, I was crushed. How could Fernando do such a thing to defenceless little Tot?
As much as it pains me to tell you this tale, I cannot help but feel inspired by nature and how it holds itself together. Look in the garden/park/field near your home. What can you see, hear, smell and touch? Even something as apparently boring as a snail is actually amazing, with its little feelers and trail of slime! Have you ever watched a spider making a web, ants marching back and forth, squirrels jumping from tree to tree? Get out and see what you can see. How will nature inspire you?
PS
You will be happy to know that my housemate took a picture of Tot, so that he will live on in our memories. Yay!
For the past few months I have been enjoying the company of two blue tits in my garden. They are called Tit and Tat. They live in my next door neighbour's garden and it has become apparent that they have baby blue tits (cute!).
On Wednesday, I went out into the garden and down by the side of the back door was the cutest little ball-of-fluff chick I have ever seen. My theory is that it attempted to fly out of the nest with little success, and became stuck on the floor. So I hid behind my kitchen bin and watched it cheeping away. Ever faithful Tit and Tat came with food for newly named Tot. He was so cute! Every so often he would try to fly, but after getting a few inches off the ground, he'd be exhausted again and just go back to sitting and cheeping.
Yesterday morning I went out into the garden to find Tot sitting on a bush in my garden. I thought: 'Good work Tot, you're learning to fly flap by flap!'
Then, upstairs in my house in the afternoon, I looked out the window to see Fernando (a regular cat visitor to my garden) licking his lips suspiciously! I rushed down the stairs, into the garden and there was no more cheeping. Fernando had killed Tot!
As you can imagine, I was crushed. How could Fernando do such a thing to defenceless little Tot?
As much as it pains me to tell you this tale, I cannot help but feel inspired by nature and how it holds itself together. Look in the garden/park/field near your home. What can you see, hear, smell and touch? Even something as apparently boring as a snail is actually amazing, with its little feelers and trail of slime! Have you ever watched a spider making a web, ants marching back and forth, squirrels jumping from tree to tree? Get out and see what you can see. How will nature inspire you?
PS
You will be happy to know that my housemate took a picture of Tot, so that he will live on in our memories. Yay!
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