I jotted down the quote by Ursula K. Le Guin while listening to a creativity coach talk. When I looked it up, I found this was only part of the quote.
The creative adult is the child who survived after the world tried killing them, making them “grown up. The creative adult is the child who survived the blandness of schooling, the unhelpful words of bad teachers, and the nay-saying ways of the world. The creative adult is in essence simply that, a child. Falsely Yours, Ursula K. Le Guin
I wrote it down long before choosing this notebook for a 30-day journaling project. Of course I wish it was more beautifully done but it feels like the child inside who wrote it.
The project is to simply do one quick collage a day. The only parameter, to use at least 3 elements per page. The challenge is to do this without thinking. Choose images I’m drawn to. Cut and paste. Without thinking.
Harvesting comes afterward. What then do I see?
Here I see my ever-present connection to water, the divine, an invitation to let go and dream with the flow.