Everything has a Story to Tell
Creativity Often Comes From Unexpected Sources
I came across an interesting quote recently.
I am an expressionist and by that I mean that I’m not a photographer or a writer or a painter or a tap dancer, but rather someone who expresses himself according to his needs. ~ Duane Michals
It gave me pause because I instantly perceived the word ‘expressionist’ as someone who expresses rather than the particular genre of art it also describes. And do not all creators, ie humans, express? Does it matter how we express ourselves? My feeling is it does not, as long as we do express ourselves. Photography, prose, painting, dancing, playing music, composing music, knitting and other fibre arts and crafts, turning cardboard into works of art by making cards, poetry, and the list goes on and on; they are all expressions. And if we look with awareness, we can see how everything has a story to tell, which is a form of expression. In other words, a creation.
The Tree Speaks
I stopped by a tree on one of my walks and began to wonder what the tree would say if it were to speak English… I felt my way into it because my curiosity was piqued.
And the tree began to talk. It spoke of the sorrow it observes in people conglomerating beneath its canopy for funerals. How people are oblivious to their surroundings. It spoke of gratitude for seeing the sun rise every morning and absorbing her rays, hot, warm, or neither. Of the colours of the sky and how its leaves reflect them. It spoke of fog.
Then it showed that love, its love for nature and nature’s love for it and their mutual vibrancy changes its entire ambiance,
inspiring it to dance with the breeze.
Dancing as an expression of joy draws the like-minded near, and it found a mate.
As it sent me on my way – it was getting cold for this human – it swirled its branches in graceful waves, as if to reinforce the reminder of the beauty that can be found everywhere, of the ability to communicate with all of Nature.
It left me a gift, too.