Pixie Cut or Pixie Dust


Today was a pixie cut kind of day.

Ego may have been involved. I don’t have the knowledge or self-awareness to immediately identify when ego takes hold or attacks. It serves the purpose of defender, or night watchman, Ego seeks safety. It puts up a good front lest people make fun of us, or talk behind our back. It hides behind caution with a spirit of negativity. There is division in its ranks. Ego moves among the masses and is so common that most cannot recognize it. Families split up over it. Communities shut down as churches divide and all in its wake have to recover from the chaos it creates. It is a low resonating energy. The more it is used the bigger it gets like a low burning ember within reach of dry brush.

So where from here? All things new boost the ego from new hair cut, new house, new car, new clothes, new flower garden, new bikes, new gifts, new cellphones, new electronics, new partners, new spouses to new career. Can a boost be okay? I think so. When it lifts our spirits and is used for good. There will always be the ever so slightly indicative thought that will reveal its true motive for self or self-less behavior. It is up to each individual to notice the reason behind actions and goals. Sometimes the boost is needed and restorative. Sometimes it can be life changing like pixie dust. We can all create and spread love like pixie dust.

A pixie cut may be pixie dust! It was for me!


What Color is Creativity?


What is your passion? What creeps up in your thoughts everyday? I don’t mean the ego that reminds you of yours and others unsightly flaws or that picks your spouse/family apart. Or the negativity of any situation that plagues you. I mean, what when the thought occurs, gives you a moment of pleasure? A slight smile? The thought or memory that sparks imagination. What is it that even when days go by it comes back up in a flash and other creative flow follows? What is it? What is that one thing or two or three that fuels you with energy when you allow your mind to faintly wonder, or hope, or plan, or remind, or muse?

I personally think that is where spirit lives within us. The still small voice that hints and reminds and tugs at us to set in motion the things that sometimes terrify or gives us a feeling of butterflies. It’s like meeting a lover but without any harming repercussions. Really, if we could shut down the ego’s voice we could heal…I will go out on a limb here and say…the world.

Wow! That is why I love this blog. I wish more peeps could see it. I love to write about walking at the lake. I love to write the stories that pop in my head as my fingers fly. I love to encourage. I love to think and then deliver in type what inspires…mostly me. I reread these posts from time to time and I’m glad that I did.

I am not so unique that I should think no one else would be uplifted by words of encouragement. That is the crazy, wonderful, most insane mystery around how putting ones thoughts out there for God, universe, flow, or energy to allow the winds of change to give it flight.This bible verse comes to mind…

1 Corinthians 3:6 (NIV)

“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.”

Isn’t it true. We go out and set tangibles in motion, but the great wisdom of our creator directs the path and so much more of that which is intended for good. If I can avoid allowing my limited linear thinking to stagnate my life flow of creativity, there is so much to do and experience. It is usually in movement though. Putting into action. Not out of being busy for busy sake, but taking deliberate steps to deliver the idea that surprises you. No worries about the exact final picture, but just begin the process. It will take shape or lead to the next step. Have faith that the idea came from wonderful grace filled expansive space. God gives. We just have to be the conduit!

So what about the title for this post? What color is creativity? What modality will creativity take for you? My mom makes the best fried chicken and my dad loves it so much! She takes great delight in making it for him. So her creativity was in making the best fried chicken among other great dishes for which she will be remembered. She would never call herself an artist, but she is one of the most creative souls without knowing it. The label of creator is not necessary. We are all given the ability to create. What color we use is up to us.

Today my color of creativity is pink just because. Tomorrow maybe brown, blue, green… I plan on getting back to the Walk and Talk Time. I’ve been away for a short time. Now I am stronger and will get back at it! I will enjoy the colors of creativity. How about you? What color is yours?

One Size Fits All?


No Battle here with this pic right before Easter. Please don’t be offended, or do. It’s up to you. I often think I will get off FB especially when I do not agree, or I get fussy about a post I’ve just read. What I notice is that after I explode or vent in the mirror I become glad for the opportunity to stretch my thought life. It takes on different dimensions. That is growth. If we arrive, figure it all out, or become satisfied and limit our ability to see the other side, or sides, then we stop growing. Life is about questions, not answers.

Schools get it wrong always asking for the “right” answer. How about every day we see how many questions students could ask?  Facts are for one thing only and that is to lead us to more questions. The greatest movies look like they are wrapping up the ending in a neat package only to allude to the possibilities after the ending, that from which a sequel could be made. It’s the hook. It is creativity, flow, our source of life. Why would our creator want us to stop? or to control? or to limit? or to not recognize differences?

So, one size fits all? Really? Even stretchy material like spandex is not comfortable when stretched beyond its limit. When we proof text to prove our points we show our limitations, our blind spots. We all have them. That’s not bad, but it shows our limits. I am not opposed to people wanting to live with belief systems that serve them and their upbringing. I am not opposed to people adhering to faith. I love when folks show passion for the creator. These show energy. That is good, but I spot control a mile away. This takes place when the person says with their actions “it’s my way or the highway.” When others are lesser financially, or intellectually, and are expected to think or make decisions we would make, then we control. Or, we do not protect those much younger than ourselves, but expect them to live according to high standards “we deem valuable,” then I see clearly that growth is not taking place, only control.  Ego is at the helm.

Some say they are setting the “bar” high for the greater good. Okay, that serves a purpose. Use that for personal growth, but if we toss aside the very people we say we are trying to help, we become a mini god, judge and jury. That is what power does to those without checks and balances.

Cookie cutter education, religion, or politics produces robots that think, act and dress alike. Is there no room for different walks of life? Do we think success looks and smells like us. Really? I don’t think one size fits all.