Again, I'll preface this posting by claiming that I am a novice in most everything, but it is quite obvious in my writing. I've been thinking a lot this past year about creativity. Why does my soul long for it and why do I usually deny myself the act of creating. Is it a luxury or is it a necessity? I think it is both. There is something within us that longs for extravagance; that little zing in life. Why else would we be so drawn to the silver screen?

Here's an example of my small attempts to be creative again.My knitting projects are always simple. I started a hat the other day and I got so confused about 20 rounds into it that I stuffed it in my drawer and returned to the familiarity of yet another scarf project. One day I may graduate to three dimensional projects, but today is not that day.

I encourage you to take a little time to do whatever it is that your heart keeps telling you to do. Maybe it's trying your hand at photography again, pulling out that easel or simply decorating your concrete patio with sidewalk chalk. Have at it and let me know how it goes.