April 30th, 2007
I’ve noticed I think of myself differently on this side of my site.
I am a stand for the inter-connectedness of life. Then it follows that we are all creative.
I don’t think of myself as having any special talent for creativity – There’s always someone who does what I do and does it better. I’m more like a maple tree – If you drill a spigot into my mind, stuff will flow out – though in my case it’s only sometimes sappy and always diverse.
This site currently has these musings and many of my books. Here are some of the things, I have to figure out good ways to make available and share. Some of them I can’t do by myself and I’m looking for some joint venture (JV) partners.
I have many drawings, including a few very realistic ones. These I’ll handle.
(JV1) I have this wonderful maze-ish book, and it needs extensive editing and I have to figure out how to get it on line.
(JV2) I have children’s stories that need to be illustrated
(JV3) I’ve designed a production management system and need a skilled hacker-level programmer to make real.
(JV4) And to go far a field—If you can handle the operation, I have a design for an environmentally safe and yet inexpensive multi-purpose household cleanser.
On the other side of my site, you’ll see me as The Contribution Coach and I’m going to start a special coaching course on Contributing Through Creativity – This can be 1 – 1 coaching or it can be a scheduled teleclass series (either $125/session for one on one coaching or $15/session for a teleclass.).
So - Please send me what you’d like dealt with in such a course. The more you talk, the more I listen.
Creativity is a type of learning process where the teacher and pupil are located in the same individual.
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
Creative minds have always been known to survive any kind of bad training.
Creation is a drug I can't do without.
Cecil B. De Mille
Unlike most of my Creative Corners, I did not write this beautiful piece.
Stream of Life
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
It is the same life that shoots in joy through the dust of the earth
in numberless blades of grass
and breaks into tumultuous waves of leaves and flowers.
It is the same life that is rocked in the ocean-cradle of birth
and of death, in ebb and in flow.
I feel my limbs are made glorious by the touch of this world of life.
And my pride is from the life-throb of ages dancing in my blood