Image via WikipediaWednesday and Thursday marked the beginning of the new academic year for teachers from the Curley K-8 school, which met for its professional development.
As we move into the first part of the year, I am thinking on a very deep level about how I will use the monies that are alloted to me for the Teachers As Artists fellowship project. It has me the most bewildered because of the limitless possibilities I see available. I need a good editor.
This weekend when we go to New York, I plan use my newly ignited creative imagery, as I go to sleep at night, asking my dreams to guide me. I have tapped again that deep inner root allowing anyone to live within their creative powers more fully. It is an intuitive sense that I used once, not so long ago.
In recent years, however, it seemed a fickle muse over which I had no power. By the time my fellowship ended, this creative power seemed to be within my grasp again. Now I need only to continue the practice of thinking, imagining, dreaming and scaffold it with those "left-brained" functions: plan, organize and execute.
It is a myth that artist are disorganized beings, flying by the seat of the pants. We just have a different pathway into the center of the problem solving process.
Cheers to the pathway I have begun.
