My Neighborhood (Part 2)

We all help each other.  It’s a great network; no one mandates it; no one collects dues.  We do it because we care about each other, and we know and trust each other; know we can count on each other in times of need (and especially in fun times).

One morning, Loud Debbie (I’m Quiet Debi) mowed five yards ’cause she was pissed at someone or something – none of us remember why now.  Oh yeah, and she had a cast on a broken foot – she’d fallen off a curb trying to rescue a crippled bird.  (She didn’t mow my yard since I had mowed it the evening before – darnit). Continue reading

Dining Through the Senses of an ISFP

I run across the parking lot, rain bouncing off my umbrella and dash under the porte-cochere, legs drenched from the knees down. A man exits the restaurant and holds the door; his wife and I exchange places and smiles. My umbrella merges with others in a growing flower arrangement of nylon and metal on the floor. Continue reading

Creativity

How does creativity happen?

Have you ever had inspirational moments where something new and different just pops out?  You can’t explain the process – it just happens!

“If play expires in itself without creating anything durable and vital, it is only play, but in the other case it is called creative work.  Out of a playful movement of elements whose interrelations are not immediately apparent, patterns arise which an observant and critical intellect can only evaluate afterward.  The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect, but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity.  The creative mind plays with the object it loves.” — C.G. Jung Continue reading