This one is slightly inspired by a book I’m working on. I’ve always got around a dozen things being juggled at a time it seems. There’s just so much to do, so many seeds of creation to sow. The creative in me cannot stop crying out “More. More!”
I have to pace myself or I’ll burn out and won’t sow anything. I think that’s why I’ve been on such a temporal theme kick with my poetry since starting this project. I’ve become almost hyper aware of the passage of time and just how precious it is. But this morning I celebrate creativity and imagination and let my inner pragmatist rest.
Seeds of Creation