I believe that creativity is our way of giving back to the Universe that forged us from primordial energy and matter, one way that Being has devised to perceive and appreciate itself. But this is a new experience for me in many ways, quite different from my normal artistic efforts because it is about ideas and feelings, springing from my brain and my heart and filtered by the words I choose (for example, this sentence alone has been reworked half a dozen times and will probably undergo more revisions before I hit that Publish button).

Last summer, as part of the Search Committee charged with finding a new minister for our church, most of my time and energy for several months went into creating a website containing the “Packet” describing our church as part of the process, and I am grateful for the technical knowledge I gained about WordPress as I begin work on this new endeavor. Creating something that’s all about me, however, feels like a different animal altogether.

I can already see the “Frankenstein’s monster” potential, as every waking moment of last night seemed to be filled with ideas about tinkering with images and things to write about, but the risk is far less than the potential rewards, or so I hope.

There are also unexpected perils; it has taken much longer than I expected to write this because of numerous interruptions to use a squirt bottle on my cat Merlin, who wants to get into EVERYTHING as Christmas decorations are coming down. This is his third Christmas with us, so he’s hardly a kitten, but this year he developed a fetish for pom-poms, including those on every Santa hat around, and I finally had to keep my stocking in the closet to protect it from complete destruction. We had a scaled-down holiday, which may or may not be a harbinger of things to come, but I’m not going to even attempt to make any decisions about that right now, there is a whole new year to deal with, one day at a time.

A bit more tinkering with the home page, then it’s time to return to my yarn and crochet as my meditative practice. Tomorrow is, after all, another day.