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                                                                                9 Things Only Highly Creative People Understand

1. They challenge the system.
To put it plainly, highly creative people like to challenge the status quo. They ask why and why not often and embrace alternate values. It may seem like they’re fighting against order, but really, they’re trying to make sense of it.

2. Their creativity is cyclic.
There are times that they paint all day, or stay up all night writing music. There will be other times they don’t produce much of anything. That’s okay. Creativity sometimes runs in cycles.

3. They need their space.
If they retreat to their studios to work, pop in and say hi once in a while but know that they need their space to do what they do.

4. They are focused.
Highly creative people, once their juices are flowing, will be difficult to distract from it. Remember to stay flexible with your schedules.

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5. They may have mood swings.
There’s nothing like art to make you swing between joy and depression. They’re smart and they have sensitive hearts. Play your best supporting role.

6. Their work is personal.
They take it personally if something doesn’t turn out like they wanted. Every critique can be seen as validation or condemnation of their work and therefore their worth.

7. They have trouble believing in themselves.
So encourage them.

8. They may have difficulty completing projects.
Again, encouragement is crucial. Highly creative people take their work personally, so tell them how much you love it. Tell them it’s awesome. It is, after all.

9. They see through bullshit.
Watch out, pal. Creative types connect the dots better than most people. They see patterns before the patterns are even clear.

10. They don’t ever really grow up.
Creative people have a childlike sense of wonder. Join them in it once in a while. We’re sure you’ll enjoy it.

By Higher Perspective

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Being that it rained all weekend, and this should not be misconstrued as a complaint as the mid-west surely needs to moisture to placate last year’s drought, I spent some time completing a small goal.  I completed a PowerPoint and a PDF called “My World”.  It consists of photographic compilations and words.  Some words are mine, some are not.  The compilations are my attempts at creative artistic liberties.

We listen daily to the ugliness of the world and sometimes it seems that this ugliness has take precedence over all that is good and beautiful.  Here in this PDF, hopefully, is a tiny respite.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops

Sail o’er the canyons and up to the stars

And reach for the heavens and hope for the future

And all that we “can” be, not what we are…John Denver

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 FREE PDF

My world

PowerPoint presentation (with music) that is available soon….

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I recently experienced one of those uplifting periods where I figured many of my semi-creative and pseudo intellectual brain cells went on vacation, or maybe hibernation. Either excuse suffices right at the moment. After sitting in a fog for what seemed like a few eons, I began grasping at any idea, like a Titanic victim frantically clutching for a life-preserver. If water was present in the place I attempt to string words, I would have drowned. During my panic attack, I began to ask a lot of questions, many irrelevant and of little importance outside my cranial cocoon, but I did manage to experience one of those flashes of yeasty light that presents itself just prior to an epiphany.

What are the most asked questions in the world?‘  OK, not all that original, but, hey, I am drowning here. I did the typical search and was overwhelmed by the large, yet seemingly stupid variety of questions posed by those who populate this planet. I apologize. Some questions carried some merit, but not many.

Examples:

  1. If a number 2 pencil is the most favorite, why is it still a number 2?
  2. If you are driving at the speed of light and you turn your headlights on, what happens?
  3. Why are hemorrhoids called hemorrhoids and not asteroids?

See what I mean? Stupid, non-realistic that distracts from gaining those prizes of wisdom and knowledge. Yes, they are different. Wisdom is the ability to acquire and utilize information to gain power over one’s existence while knowledge is the unorganized array of index cards that one’s brain formulates. Anyway, then there are those universal questions that humans have pondered over for centuries, and have failed to find a valid answer. For the most part….

Examples:

  1. What is the meaning of life?
  2. Is there a God?
  3. Will I get laid tonight?

Here, there is no specific answer, well, maybe for 1 and 2. #3 is iffy. The best answer I read in my journey to absolute wisdom is as follows:

1. What is the meaning of life?….. This is by far the most perplexing question of any on the list. I have studied many religions and philosophies, some very deeply, and I can tell you that if one common lesson, one essential element of life could be boiled down from them all, it would be: Don’t be an asshole.

No, seriously, that’s it. Just about every world religion says at least that much. I mean, yeah, they say other stuff too, but this is the common ground. This is what they all basically say. I wish I had something fancier to tell you, but if there is a universal truth out there common to all of religion, philosophy and social theory that points to a single successful navigation method to get through life, that’s the one. Don’t be an ass. That’s it. So there you go, and you’re welcome. Shadesbreath

2. Is there a God?….. Yes. Unless I am wrong, in which case, No, there is not. Shadesbreath.

3. Will I get laid tonight?…..This question actually gets asked far more often by people around the world than do the two above. However, because the first two get a great deal more consideration by guys with PhDs (mostly because guys with PhDs already know they aren’t getting laid so they don’t ask anymore), I decided to structure the list the way I have. Anyway, the answer to this universally asked and all-consuming question is: Probably not, unless you are a hot chick, at which point it’s entirely up to you. Shadesbreath.

Alright, I can probably assume that the next most important question here is: What the hell is a Shadesbreathe?….. As I am falling back into a self-induced attempt to limit my words, here is the Answer

So, what is the major point to this entry? Damn, there I go again, another question. Actually, there is none. I am filling the time-space continuum so it will not collapse back onto itself,  adding irrelevant content so as not to disappoint my 3 loyal readers and exercising my fingers as I have been told I need to “get some exercise”, which I can now say, I complied with. The left brain is arguing with the right side and I am not going to engage in their petty debate….So, I guess I will just go out and mow the lawn….

I usually throw in a photo, painting or something that adds some value…..

 

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Ever wonder why so many of us begin this endeavor to blog and then continue to spend countless hours each week concocting our opinions, experiences and vents into semi-readable paragraphs? For some of us, it is all about practicing a dying skill of writing well. Creating with words what artists create with oils and pastels. It is a place to vent our growing frustrations over life and living and it is a platform to our attempts to entertain, critique, rant and rave and learn and educate. We validate our attempts by who and how many actually read what we have sweated over creating and what we think is important. Some of you earn a couple of dollars from blogging to cover the cost of our addiction to the internet and some of us just do it because we enjoy the challenge.  That is my excuse for not being one of “those” who are earning a couple of dollars…

So what really are the most read blogs out of the hundreds of millions of these cyber writing pads and what are the most popular topics people read, write and follow? This unscientific list was developed only because I would like to write something that people would actually read. I understand that even though the topics are popular, writing a blog entry about such topics is still a continuing work in progress in regards to refining one’s alleged talents. So, what are the most popular to spew onto the net? The following are the top leaders.

1. Where’s the Money? Writing about money, how to earn money from blogging, how to invest, save, steal and swindle money is one of the most popular topics there is out here in cyber dreamland. What with all the greedy bankers, corporations and financiers taking the largest share of disposable income from us workers and a government who hasn’t a damned clue on the definition of fiscal responsibility, many of us need to find a way to supplement our financial existence if we are to survive this sluggish economy.

2. Where’s the love?

Another hot topic, second only to the almighty dollar is that mind-boggling, emotionally filled thing called “LOVE”. This thing that turns male and females into babbling idiots and is the reason we begin thinking and choosing, utilizing those other parts of the body instead of the brain. We all dream of being the knight who saves the princess or being the princess who stares out of her tower searching for her knight in shining armor. So, do you know love? If you have met this mysterious thing, write about how to find that perfect companion (for other people) and how to keep the fires burning if you have this mysterious phenomena.

3. Where’s the success?

We all want to feel successful in our ventures in life, in our relationships (see #2) and in our employment. Problem here is that the definition of success has a personal and variable definition for each of us. Do you think you have achieved success? If you personally know success, write about it and help those who are still searching for this elusive animal and help them to connect and become successful.

4. Where’s the health?

Weight loss, six packs, calories and exercise. We are continuously bombarded by advertisements promising a return to youthful wellness. People spend approximately 34 billion dollars every year to postpone the advance of weight, age and saggy skin. Observing that people spend this amount of money, you can bet this is a popular topic to write about.

5. Where’s the answers?

Personal problems. We all have them and most of us can not wrap our brain around these daily conundrums long enough to discover how to fix them. Financial issues, irritating co-workers, everyday hassles and a 1000 other daily problems that make the day drag is the norm today. And as we progress towards the next century, these daily problems will increase. 20 years ago we needed to deal with an average of 3 changes to our daily routines, but now, research shows we deal with an average of 29 changes. What the hell happened? Life has changed and we are playing catch up. If you are good at giving “good” advice, you can assist others in finding those evasive answers.

6. Where’s the food?

The word “recipes” is search for 1.5 million times every single day and “cooking” is searched for over half a million times. Have a favorite recipe? Or Grandma’s secret recipe for molasses cookies? Share it with the world. Write about your unique cooking style or your mouth-watering gourmet truffle soup. You could even make a few bucks.  I would attempt this but micro-waving a frozen clump of pseudo-food isn’t in high demand.

7. Where’s the creativity?

Photography, camera & art blogs are extremely popular within internet searches. Sharing your photos, crafts and art works with the world. Maybe you could even sell some of your creative masterpieces, make the world a more beautiful place and become the next Andy Warhol. Whatever your gift, share it and the world will thank you.  We all need a little pick me up…

8. Where’s the mutt?

Pets. They are almost human to many people. People love pets and every other house either has an assortment of dogs, cats, reptiles, arachnids and those little things that swim around in circles in a pint jar. Blogs on pets, writing about pets’ well being, pet health, pet psychology, pet food and pet games always make a lot of money from advertisers and from sales of pet products. Why not you?  $45.5 billion are spent on pets each year….amazing. 

9. Where are the geeks?

Technology subjects are extremely popular with people who either know the gadgets or those people like me who need a kindergarten type manual to even understand the inner workings of the most simple of these technological miracles. If you have a gift of knowing such technological jargon and can explain it in three and four letter words, here is your niche and send me the instructions on how to get the most out of a flip go-phone.

I threw this in here for the hell of it…something to do with attempted creativity…maybe…

Don’t ask…..

 

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I have been visiting the sites of many photographers and have discovered many with talent, different perspectives and exciting visual concepts.  I have encountered and borrowed some ideas that have opened new conceptualities of both style and subject to experiment with.  To those of whom have given me inspiration..I thank you.  But, until I can invent, shoot and post some of my attempts,  I will continue to post some of what I consider “the previous attempts” of the art of “picture taking.”

 

 

The Spider and the Fly
Mary Howitt


Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I’ve a many curious things to shew when you are there.”
Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.” 

 
 

An old wagon wheel lay tired, up against a bail of hay,
with worn and broken lumber, it had seen a better day.

Once it had been a bright new wheel, that had
turned with strength and might,
made for arduouse journy’s under the hot sun light.

Over rugged mountains and across desert plains it rolled,
carrying preciouse cargo, settles, to the new world from the old……….

And the new world beckoned as the wagon wheel forged new ways,
cutting across the grass and sand, it headed for better days.

Over rocks and bumps it jumped for the wagon wheel was tough,
it was made from new technology, made of better stuff.

The wagon wheel made it in each journey, day by day,
every mark tells a story, as it rests on the bale of hay………

 
 

Now….I am off to that thing they call “work.”

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Sunsets, mountains, solitude, a comfortable old rocking chair and a unique companionship.

The Missouri River

Another hard day of work faced him, but his commitment to this new life drove him on with an intense determination to finish the uncountable tasks he needed to complete before the snows hit.  That morning, a light patchy mist enveloped his ridge, appearing to him like an unknown army of wavering ancient ghosts upon the muffled landscape. Taking sips of his strong, pungent coffee, waiting for his breakfast to finish frying, he noticed a subtle movement on the edge of the haze covered tree line. He watched as a large wolf emerged from the ghostly mist and walked slowly and deliberately towards him. Something inside told him he had nothing to fear, but he reached for his hunting knife anyway, slipping it close just in case his instincts proved to be incorrect. The old wolf continued to approach, stopping several times to survey the old man before coming to within several feet, then sitting back on its haunches, and looked at the frying with sizzling meat. There is definitely something unnatural happening here and the old man sat in wonderment. With slow movements, the old man took a piece of uncooked venison from the cooler and tossed it to the wolf. With movements that reminded the old man of a favorite dog from many years before, the wolf bent down, sniffed the piece of still bloody meat that landed close to his immense paws and picked it up, slowly chewing. He seemed to savor not only the morsel, but the ease of its gain.  He old man chuckled as he realized he was not entirely alone on this mountain side. His fantasy provided a pseudo companionship that was missing from his life. A bond seemed to have developed, and the old man sat in peace.

“You know, you and I. we’re both the same. We live our lives alone, relying on our instincts in nature to keep us alive and never giving up our freedom.” the old man said. “Maybe some day, you will understand what I am telling you.” The wolf stared back and blinked. 

Breakfast finished, the two departed and the old man went back to work. Progress was continuing slowly and the rain tight roof began to take shape. Soon he would be living comfortably in his little one room log cabin. The plans for this new home came from his dreams. Small, warm, and with a front covered porch facing the setting suns.

“Home.” he thought. “And here I will watch my final sunset.”

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.”  Crow Nation

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Sunsets, mountains, solitude, a comfortable old rocking chair and a unique companionship.

He remembered vividly the first encounter with this magnificent animal. It had happened many years ago, when he first came to this high mountain meadow and began reconstruction of this old log cabin. With lots of work to do before winter settled in up here in the mountains, and it arrives early, the old man spent most of his daylight hours repairing the cabin and putting up his winter supplies.

He had just sat down to rest from felling a large tree when he heard the sound of snapping dried brush. Startled, he turned to face a large wolf, close enough to see the reflection in its eyes. Fear kept the old man sitting, watching. They stared at each other for several minutes before the wolf turned and slowly disappeared back into the thick forest from where he came. Unnerved, but with a sense of wonderment, the old man sat pondering what the hell that was all about. Something much more different had just happened than anything he had ever encountered before in his long life and he sat in awe.

Realizing he was wasting daylight, he returned to the task of limbing out the felled tree that would, in time, become part of his new home. The work was hard, but the work helped with the constant heaviness in his heart. He truly missed his wife. Their marriage was long and filled with all the positive things that a good marriage is supposed have. He missed the light-hearted conversations, the warmth of her body against his on cold winter nights, and all the little things that made her his wife. She was the kindest, most compassionate woman he had ever met, and her absence was an ever-present abstraction in life. One that brought a warm smile to his face and painful tears to his heart.

As he rested upon the stump, feeling the warm late summer breeze upon his face, his thoughts transported him back to a time many years ago. A time when his world was right. Good times, with many laughs and much closeness.  In time, he learned to accept the fact that she was gone and he treasured the quality of life they shared those last years and all those precious memories he held.

Loneliness adds beauty to life.  It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night  air smell better…Henry Rollins

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