A Creative Haven

It’s very easy indeed for me to be inspired. In fact I tend to find most things I experience to be inspiring in one way or another. Then there are also certain things and situations that shut down my inspiration and muse faster than I can say Betty Botter bought some butter but she said “The butter’s bitter. If I put it in my batter, then my batter will be bitter. But a bit of better butter, that will make my batter better.” So she bought some better butter, that was better than the bitter. Soon she put it in her batter, and her batter wasn’t bitter, so it was better Betty Botter bought a bit of better butter. And, I can say that in less than ten seconds, so obviously my creativity can get shut down fast.

One of the most surefire ways to make the creative side of my brain go on strike is to try and work on a creative pursuit in a messy room. Which is what happened this morning when I was thinking of sitting down to blog. (Y’all might have noticed in yesterday’s post that my desk was a bit cluttered.) So, instead of sticking to my normal morning routine, I hopped around doing other things, including giving my office a run-through.

My office is a dream come true for me. It’s a perfect haven that practically begs for art to be created within its four walls. Although I have yet to get a good picture of the view from the window I sit in front of while I’m writing, it’s gorgeous. There are hay fields, a winding country road, and hundreds of trees slowly morphing into their autumn glory.

To the right of my writing table I have a corner-shelf filled to the brim with trinkets, mementos, and memories. Each and everything on the shelf has an epic tale behind it, and a special place in my heart. Whenever I look at the shelf, a flood of images burst into my brain, reminding me of times long ago and lands far, far away.

The little coffee nook is on the right side of my writing table. It’s full of gifts and love and support. The Keurig was a gift from my adopted parents, the table, a loan from my other parents, the Happiness is not a destination, it is a way of life sign is a gift from my brother. The coffee mugs are from various family members. The lamp was from my best friend, and the shelf was made by my little sister when she still in the single digits. So, all I have to do is look over and be reminded of how many people I have standing behind me and my writing.

The wall of pictures never gets tiresome to look at, although at times the pictures do fall off. Each picture tells a delightful story, reminds me of a blessed time, or reminds me to pray for someone I love very much. Whenever I’m in need of inspiration, all I have to do is look at the wall and I’m revitalized. The table is set up so I can do craft projects whenever my creativity starts to falter. The cards are a new addition, reminding me of my lovely birthday.

No matter where I look in the office, I see creativity bursting forth. There are memories, ideas, muses, and adventures just waiting to happen. With candles burning and leaves rustling outside the open window, I spend hours in this lovely environment, letting inspiration flow from my fingers onto the computer. This space is is a creative haven, and I am so very thankful for it.

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