Recently, I took my family down to Cape Cod for our annual summer vacation. The Lower Cape is a magnificent piece of New England with miles and miles of beaches that are not overrun by hotels, quaint seaside villages and down town areas, historic places to visit, beautiful dunes, cranberry bogs and kettle ponds, and a quieter, simpler way of life that instills an inner peace and relaxation. At least, that’s the way I see it when i visit Chatham every year.
During this trip I planned to get some writing done . . . but that didn’t happen. I had my laptop, and I came equipped with not one but two books in various stages loaded and ready for me to continue writing . . . but instead I sat on the beach, walked through the galleries, and ate far too many ice cream cones.
In one gallery, The Artful Hand, I came across some great little birdhouses made out of classic books. If I were a bird, I would want to live in one of these classic books! I got a kick out of them and thought I would share here. It also got me thinking about the workings of a creative mind since I write and paint . . . and the balance of enjoying and pursuing both. Can one be a distraction from the other? By not focusing on one area, does it hold me back from reaching my potential? Or does one cultivate the other; thereby allowing a more free flow of ideas and creative processes? Do other writers also share other creative outlets – is this typical?
I don’t have the answers, but I do know I wouldn’t give one up for the other. And, although I have been more focused on my paintings at the moment, I know the characters in my head are getting restless and I will be turning back to them shortly. The only question in my mind at this early morning hour while sipping my coffee is which will be my creative path for today . . .