Along the way, Stan Stewart has learned a few things about creativity. He shares them with you in the hope that you’ll respond with your confirmation or perhaps that your experience is completely different. Both are welcome.
This is also a place where you’ll find some articles about inspiration. After all, that’s an essential part of artistic creativity, too.
Doing creativity for praise is ego suicide. ~ Kirby Curtis This post is the second in a trilogy of blogs based on quotes. It seems strange to me that Curtis’ words can ring so true and be so hard to stick to. Perhaps it’s not this way for everyone. In my current recording project, I’ve certainly […]
“Every journey begins where you are.” ~ Larry Crabb This post is inspired and propelled by my on-line friend Snow Brooks. But I won’t be following the rules of the challenge (other than writing three posts based on quotes in close succession). If you want to know and see the rules played out well, check
Death, like a vigilant watchman seems everywhere these days. From its cold November gatehouse and portcullis, It disseminates a reign of sinister and sudden end. Without warning, it reveals the hidden underbelly of life which is also its polar opposition. Do not be fooled by the edges of light that seem to filter through the
Whatever I am right now, I have created out of the raw materials given to me. Every time I fall, I learn to walk and then fly. Every time I am silenced, I learn to speak and then sing. Every time I mourn, I find my smiles are truer and bigger the next time they
I didn’t see her fall the first time By the time I saw her lying there Two other passersby had Already stopped to give her aid I stopped my car with a jolt Pressed the four-way flashers And leapt into the street I could tell by the stress in the helpers’ voices The first fall had
Be sure to listen to the song that this story inspired; plus, read the rest of the story: Love Is On Repeat. Murmurs Since I was a boy, I’ve been told by physicians that I have a heart murmur. The doctors tried to explain how it was a sound alongside the beat of my heart. They
Well, there he is again. Sure, I thought he was gone. I forgot that he is not here To haunt me; Only to bring the lesson Of my life back to my Heart Again and again. For the heart of the Boy on a bicycle Was surely broken. Yes, it’s been mended Again and again.
For over two weeks, I had no computer. My old MacBook Pro screen turned green. Then, rather than starting up, it would get to the (now green) Apple icon and then would start to boot again. I had known for a while that my old laptop was potentially near the end of its life. The hardware was about
This guest post is by the introspective blogger and amazing author, Brenna Layne. I think you’ll see what I mean once you read this post. She is on social media sabbatical, so her blog is a good place to get to know her better. Thank you, Brenna, for your courage and depth. You are inspiring
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May our day be filled with little moments of bliss. Even more important: May we notice them. ~ Stan Stewart
