The summer has ended abruptly, slamming shut the wide open spaces I had been using to create. This blip of a summer was my muse, and I loved every minute of envisioning and making. The last two weeks of July would find me in Maine, that distant place where the sea and stones talk much. The two weeks were filled with inspiration for creative projects and details of already begun endeavors. The way the water left the sand, the patterns on a stone, the view from Cadillac mountai
April is around the corner, and is also National Poetry Month, so you should write a poem. Now, I know what some of you are saying. “But Karly, I can’t even read poetry, let alone write it.” or “I can enjoy reading poems, but there is no way I could write one. It won’t be any good.” You might be right--the poem you pen might not be very good. But I didn’t entitle this post: “You Should Write a Good Poem” rather, I specifically called it “You Should Write A Poem.” Let us bust
There are weeks that fall heavy, sharp, and cold, like an icy rain in a winter of unusual warmth. There are thoughts reverberating about our brains that crush our ideas, pick apart our dreams, and dissect our hopes until all what is left is skeletal and lifeless. I don't know if I believe that the critic inside is our harshest, but I believe it is the loudest. It is sneaky and cunning, reminding us of all our fears, repeating them over and under our ache to create. Isn't ther
It was probably something small―do you remember it? A picture, or a place setting, a package or a envelope scrawled in lilting cursive. Somewhere in your soul a little hope sprouted, new and thrilling. A small seed of desire to make something pushed through the soil. An ache to use just your hands and simple materials―paper, flowers, a pen, paints, string, a camera, anything. You saw a creation, a little bundle of beauty, and you wanted to create, too. You wanted to see somet
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