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Tuesday, July 24, 2007
In the past couple of years I've explored several new creative outlets...this blog, the accompanying body of knowledge I've accumulated in HTML and web design, a couple of different business pursuits, a new interest in decorating and color, more poetry writing. So it was with a smile that I ran across this page in a little book that sits by my bed:
I used to grin at middle-aged (or older) women who took up oil painting or ballroom dancing. While I can't do the latter and will probably never be interested in the former, I am understanding the impulses more and more. I want to go out in "create" mode, whether that's tomorrow or in forty years...
I once heard a woman say, "You know, older chickens make the best soup!" Because that sounded rather sacrificial to me, I amended it to, "Older chickens lay the best eggs." "Well," a farmer drawled in response to my asking if this was a true statement, "I don't know. Could be. But I do know that older chickens don't cackle as much."
Hum...I think we do cackle less and less as we mature. In the quiet, perhaps we are better able to hear the sounds of our potential waiting to be hatched. Life requires that we create, and as we pass the age of possible baby-making, we march into an era where myriad possibilities become vibrantly alive within us. Ideally, this is a time when we have not only the yearning but also the freedom to peck open the shells surrounding our personal creative power and realize our dreams and schemes...
I used to grin at middle-aged (or older) women who took up oil painting or ballroom dancing. While I can't do the latter and will probably never be interested in the former, I am understanding the impulses more and more. I want to go out in "create" mode, whether that's tomorrow or in forty years...
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