I am not sure how the idea of whether or not someone can consider themselves creative got pigeonholed into only belonging to those who are artists. The very fact that we are alive means we are creative. Our very being is a creation. The way we live our lives is a development of that original creation. It may look sometimes like a pile of dung and nowhere near a painting. There are times in our life when the sound of our lives is more like nails on a chalkboard than an Emmy winning song. In the moments when the reality of a concept lives outside the definition of our minds is precisely when God encourages us to connect with our hearts to reach into the reality of our creativity. Our hearts which move the flow of life through us live out the experience of creativity. Each breath, each flow of blood, each cell awakened to a new moment is creating the energy to show up for our lives. When we think of ourselves as not creative because the smile we extend to someone does not create a magical connection we limit the witness to the life essence of what creativity is. Our lives are not simply a measurement of results. Our lives are creativity in motion. We are the embodiment of a live painting and the rhythm of the song of life.
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