Thursday, December 18, 2003
Creativity is in everyone of us.
It sits dormant like a cat on a doily
on the back of an overstuffed chair
in a warm room-
Or it runs with the reckless abandonment of a child
opening gifts on Christmas morning.
You can tell a lot about a person by the way he or she open gifts.
I remember as a child,
my mother used to drive us all crazy
the way she so carefully opened our gifts to her-
Savoring each piece of tape; each tie of the ribbon,
careful not to rip the delicate wrapping paper...
Now, I do the same thing!
When you are a child,
the excitement lies in the item itself,
rather than the thought behind it...
Creativity is such.
I believe a person's best works are done in maturity.
Combining the fires of pure
creative spirit
with the tempering of experience-
It is this belief that keeps me
rolling on-
Faith in the tempering.
But a person's early works are as important-
They serve to measure as a starting point in the evolution...
My son is at the beginning-
He is quite a creative person,
but the fire he has
he is shy to acknowledge.
Like looking at a flame under ice...
Was I not the same?
It Was A Very Good Year
When I was seventeen,
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for small
town girls and soft summer nights.
We'd hide from the lights on the village green When I was seventeen
When I was twenty-one,
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for city
girls who lived up the stairs
With all that perfumed hair and it came undone
When I was twenty-one
When I was thirty-five,
It was a very good year
It was a very good year for blue-blooded
girls of independent means
We'd ride in limousines,
their chauffeurs would drive
When I was thirty-five
But now the days are short,
I'm in the autumn of the year
And now I think of my life as vintage
wine from fine old kegs
From the brim to the dregs
It poured sweet and clear
It was a very good year
Taken From 'Swing When You're Winning'
[Elvin Drake] -Frank Sinatra
Till next time... 'Mela
6:30 PM
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Photo: Michio Yves Ueda
