Selectively Juggling

Yesterday I stood on my enclosed veranda (back porch, patio) I was completely transfixed by the sight of my abundant garden (even after many hot weeks of summer) I watched as the giant sunflowers basked in streams of sunlight. I delighted in the sounds of birds as they busied themselves with eating the elderberries. I stood in deep reflection and introspection, buoyed by the realisation that my entire life is my creative body of work. Not just my writing and photography (my absolute passions) but also the built environment I have created around me and my family, My discerning eye for art, and a knack for sniffing out incredible pieces for next to nothing. My love of interior designs and indoor plants, all are aspects of my creative self. How creative is it to create garden beds, plant seeds, tend to seedlings and plants? Then the exhilaration of harvesting my small yield and sharing on my family’s dinner plates. I believe I’ve got a knack for cooking and baking, especially given that I am confined by strict food restrictions as a result of allergies and intolerances. All of this is creative – everything.