The doors are flung open, the crows are talking, with their conversations intermingled with those of the songbirds and doves, a gentle breeze hangs in the air, and no words are spoken. Even my precious canine is still asleep under the covers. He gets it.
I vowed that if I couldn’t feel engaged, if my heart wasn’t in it -- be it a person or a project -- then it was likely that I needed to walk away, or find a way to enhance my creative nature so that I could be engaged. Of course, this is easier done when you work for yourself and/or you don’t ...