Fiber Origami

This is what I did instead. . .

This is what I wrote to answer a question. . .

Talk about a showstopper, for me this is it. For two days I have been contemplating exactly what to say, I am speechless.

You know the little sign that goes on on the dashboard. . .that lights up in red. . .airbags. . .? Well, my husband always points to that when he is driving and I am the passenger. For some unknown reason, whenever I am  in a car, the verbal, creative, deep deep well of ideas, freely flow from my mouth. I am really very quiet but thinking all the time.

When I was a child there was no stopping me. I spent the entire time thinking up something to do and then did it. Like when I decided to connect all of my playmates to a network of tin can tele-somethings. Of course, it did not work because we put string anchored with bobbie pins all the way around the block and ran a connection to each house. The point of this failure does not matter, it was the idea and the process of just doing it that I remember with pure delight. 

I would tap dance on an upturned galvanized tub and sing, “I Want To Be A Cowboy’s Sweetheart,” at six in the morning. . .

So, you get the idea that I am more creative than not.

It is the well full of wonder and beginning that I dip  my bucket daily to bring something fresh into being.

My problem seems to be editing.

Have a really nice day everyone. . .XOX