I have been down lately (understatement, no?) and I have not felt like hanging out in my scrapbooking room. It's a place that normally makes me feel calm but energized, that fosters my creative spark, that is filled with things I love, but it wasn't inspiring me.
The reading this morning immediately had me thinking that I needed it to be displayed prominently in my home, that I felt it was representative of the home I want to create for me, for my family, for my friends.
This house is for the ingathering
of nature and human nature.
It is a house of friendships,
a haven in trouble, an open
room for the encouragement
of our struggle.
It is a house of freedom, guarding
the dignity and worth of every person.
It offers a platform for
the free voice, for declaring
both in times of security
and danger, the full and
undivided conflict of opinion.
It is a house of truth-seeking, where
scientists can encourage devotion to
their quest, where mystics can abide
in a community of searchers.
It is a house of art,
adorning its celebrations
with melodies and handiworks.
It is a house of prophecy, outrunning
times past and times present in visions
of growth and progress.
This house is a cradle for
our dreams, the workshop of
our common endeavor.
~Kenneth L. Patton
I came home and grabbed a canvas and started painting a foundation for those amazing words.
I found some pretty papers and began crafting some custom magnets for gifts.
I began making an exploding box.
I am inspired. The creativity that was lying dormant is found, at least for a little while.
I will finish that canvas this week I hope, using some inspiration I found here on Nora Griffin's blog.
Ahh, the sun begins to peek through the clouds.