Creative Calling

I was drawn to this mosaic counter top at the River Rock coffee shop as I waited for my world's best iced caramel latte. The feeling that came over me was reminiscent of a longing from years past. I wanted to make a mosaic something. For the second time in a week the thought of making a mosaic ran right in front of me. 

I plan to comb some flea markets for old plates and tiles to break up. And who knows what else may appear since this intention has been set? I have been saving some blue, green and clear beach glass that my nephew collected for me from Puget Sound.

For too long I chose to ignore the creative calling to write -- years passed. An idea popped up and I would literally tell myself why I couldn't answer. The calls eventually went away or so I thought. It took a lot of work to rediscover the core of my creativity, and like an old coin purse, it just stays with me. My self-investment grows new limbs all the time. I am grateful for this blog and a couple of other journals that keep the creativity flowing. Please fill and refill your creativity when you hear it calling and you will be rewarded over and over again simply by using your gifts. (I assure you, this is not fortune cookie rhetoric!)