You are Living Creativity

“What keeps life fascinating is the constant creativity of the soul”

– Deepak Chopra

Today I am feeling so grateful for the drive within me to create. Create art, create clothing, create conversation, music, delicious food, these posts. I am grateful for my creative spark, and I am grateful for your creative spark.

I can’t help but notice that we are constantly creating new ways of living, and thinking about things, and finding joy. Even if it’s just a small change you’re making in your own life, I believe these small changes do effect the whole.

Whether or not you consider yourself a “creative” person, we are all creating all the time.

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Listen up. Evolution depends on creative thinking. Things very normal to us today were once absurd ideas. Think about cell phones, air planes. Heck, I mean we have 3D printers that can print skin cells for crying in the night! Who thought of that? My guess is it was a  creative person who’d probably been told they were “weird” more than once in their life.

The people who first thought of these things had a strong belief that the future can be amazing. What a bunch of weirdos, huh?

These types people are the reason we evolve and learn and move forward. Even if it feels like we’re standing still, or even taking steps backward, I have a strong suspicion that the feeling of moving backward is actually progression in disguise.

As an artist, I get the impression that people think I, and other artists like me, are more creative than other people.

Here’s my thought about that: I have devoted my life and career to being creative, but I don’t think that means I have more of it in me than anyone else. I am practicing creativity daily, and working it into every area of my life. And like anything, the more you practice, the easier it becomes.

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Portraits of Alex’s creative outlets

This is true for playing an instrument, and writing, and playing a sport, and drawing figures, and cooking, and meditation, and being joyful.

And the more you practice, the better you become.

And the more you practice, the easier it gets.

And the more you practice, the more IT comes to YOU.

And the best part is: it’s never too late to begin!

To summarize, you have the same creative spark within you that Picasso had. Want to find that sucker? Simply begin practicing.

Do things that excite you and are even a bit daunting. Find creativity wherever it presents itself to you. Experiment with fashion. Try cooking something you’ve never made before. Learn a new language! Learn a skill you’ve always wanted to learn, like armpit farting.

My dudes, this is how we are MEANT to live! And more and more people are waking up to the idea every day.

I have heard a number of stories about people who were devastated to lose their safe and well-paying, but bland and unstimualting corporate job, but found joy in something creative, and made a happy, rich and successful path for themselves as a VCP (Very-Creative-Person)!

And if I haven’t convinced you yet, according to real actual SCIENCE, neglecting to practice our creativity could severely impact our health.

“Those who continue learning new things throughout life and challenging their brains are less likely to develop Alzheimer’s disease and dementia. In essence, you need to use it or lose it.source

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This earth fuzz is creating so hard, you guys.

So, I guess, like, if you want to live a long time, you have to actually LIVE. None of this sad, bland rice cake of mere existence. How ’bout a funfetti cupcake that’s piped full of fresh, tasty fulfillment? Or maybe there’s like a cool toy inside, like a whistle… or a tattoo of a dog on a skateboard or something.

So as I listen to Alex drumming along to jazz upstairs, even though it can get loud at times in our little old apartment, I am so proud of his passion and willingness to express himself.

I hope this inspires you, even a little bit. I get so happy every time I hear about someone’s new-found creative passion, and I want more! I want the planet to be filled with creative people, chasing after joy with all their hearts!

Tell me in the comments what you do to practice creativity. But only if you want to make me happy.

Making progress,

Your Peacefriend

 

 

Turmerlemonlentil Soup with Kale

We’ve been having the best days. And the better it gets, the better it gets. I feel so blessed to be living a freelancer’s life. Alex and I have sacrificed the comfort of financial stability (for now, at least) for a free and flexible schedule. Our mornings are a sleepy yawn of “what should we do today?” and “where’s a cheap place we could go for breakfast?”

I’ve been working on a sewing project (that I’ll post about later) that was giving me grief, and today I was spitting and huffing and puffing about it. Alex was being very wonderful and reassuring, and he suggested I step away from the project for now and do something that makes me feel happier. So we decided to go find some more nature to walk in. And then he gave me a dum-dum he had in his coat pocket. I’m the baby.

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Blue raspberry dum and a red raspberry beret. Putting myself in time-out for this caption.
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Even though Alex has a cold right now and was feeling hazy, he still managed to make friends with a tree. Something he is good at.

When we got home I knew I had to rear up and kick my own butt into gear and cook an adult meal! We’d been living off of leftovers and snacks and our parent’s generosity for the past few days. I decided I would make more of a very popular soup that hasn’t lasted more than a couple days in our little apartment. I nicknamed it “Turmerlemonlentil Soup with Kale” …just now as I was writing this post. Because “Lentil Soup with Turmeric, Lemon and Kale” is a bit too on the nose for this moi.

I took two recipes and mushed them together to get this soup, and it’s always a little different every time because I use the palm of my hand instead of a measuring spoon, and sometimes we have 3 potatoes and sometimes we have 5.

So the “Turmer” in “Turmerlemonlentil” actually stands for Turmeric, believe it or not. This is something that wasn’t in either of the original recipes. I love turmeric, and from what I’ve read, it loves us too. It’s been used in India for thousands of years not only as a spice, but also as a medicinal herb. Turmeric has been proven to be anti-inflammatory, anti-aging, anti-brain and heart disease, anti-depression, as well as cancer-preventing and Alzheimer’s-preventing! It’s pro-health, in short. So I add it to whatever I can. And it gives the soup a happy yellow tone!

I also like to use another F.O.H. (Food Of Health), bone broth. I didn’t have a batch made today, so this time I just used store bought chicken stock.

Turmerlemonlentil Soup with Kale

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Ingredients:

  • 1 tbs Ghee or olive oil
  • 1 Medium onion
  • 1 or 2 cloves garlic
  • 3-4 carrots
  • 3-5 potatoes
  • 1 tsp cumin
  • 1/2 tsp coriander
  • 1/2 tsp oregano
  • 1 tsp turmeric
  • 4-6 cups bone or chicken broth
  • 1 cup green lentils
  • 1 cup chopped kale, stems removed
  • salt and pep to taste
  • 1 med lemon

How to make:

  1. Rinse the lentils and pick out any stones. Soak them in cold water until you’re ready to use. This makes them easier to digest. You can even soak them overnight.
  2. Chop onions, mince garlic, peel potatoes and carrots and cut into small cubes (I like them to be fun-sized) and chop Kale and set all aside.
  3. Heat the ghee or oil in a large pot or dutch oven over med heat for a few mins.
  4. Throw in the onions, cook till softened a bit. Bout 4 mins, then throw in the garlic. After another couple minutes add in the carrots, potatoes, and spices. Season a bit with salt and pepper, but not all of it. I like to salt as I go. Sauté 10-15 to get the softening going.
  5. Add in lentils and broth, bring to a boil, then reduce heat to low and simmer about 45 minutes.
  6. Blow on a spoonful and taste to see where we’re at salty-wise. Salt to taste.
  7. Turn off the heat, add in Kale and stir to wilt.
  8. Now add in the lemon juice. I like it REALLY lemony, so I usually do a whole lemon’s worth, but start with half and go from there.
  9. Serve with some crusty sourdough
  10. Good job
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Bite sized cubes to soak up max flav
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Prepping these flat beanies for bath time. They hate bath time.

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Here’s Alex… “helping”. Look at the delicate grip he has on the spoon. Masterful technique. The key is to drag the spoon in a circle, just barely scraping the surface of the soup.

Take a peek at my messy little apartment kitchen, decorated for a joyful meal prep experience with bright colors, twinkle lights, and lots of fun trinkets that cheer me on and celebrate whatever I happen to be cooking.

It was real dumpy when we moved in. Painted sad, muted gray, which I’ll admit is a trendy color right now, but with only two windows in that room that get exactly zero sunlight, the results are DUMPY to the max. And the horrible, dusty boob-shaped single overhead light really gave it that authentic college dorm feel. I can’t stand single overhead lighting, it makes me emotionally Hulk out. Hence the happy twinkle lights. We also threw this chick up on top of our fridge.

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Yet another unrealistic beauty standard for women. Smooth, bare pits and an electric skull.

So here’s the final product, and I’m gonna be real with you, folks. It looks like Campbell’s Chunky barf with my phone camera. Soon I’ll be the proud owner of a glamorous camera, but until then, even my fancy yellow Cousances dutch oven can’t help a bro out.

But I can assure you it is a healthy, rustic soup with spice, salt and tang. Just what we crave after a long sniffly walk through snowy woods.

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Tiddly pom,

Your Peacefriend

 

Getting into the Naitch

Let me lead this off by telling you I had to google “naitch” to make sure it wasn’t some dirty slang or slur. Because the way I use it is totally wholesome. It’s a shortened version of nature. A little girl coined the term “naitch” (to my knowledge, at least) when she tells her Mom she “loves the naitch” in a vine. Naitch = Nature. Just to clarify once again. There will be a quiz.

I was never a kid who was a tree-hugger or saw fairies or spoke parcel-tongue to snakes. I was the kid who mostly wanted to build stuff out of egg cartons and pennies and tape, and sing Beatles songs to myself. When I did get outside, I was extremely timid and sensitive to all the roughness, prickliness and pointy pieces nature threatened me with. Not to mention bugs, who can’t get enough of THIS Sugar Crisp. Nature to me meant getting hurt or scratched or bitten. Also, I have an unusually low pain tolerance, or that’s what I like to tell myself.

Today, as an awakening adult, I feel more comforted by nature than ever. The older I get (and boy am I old, 24 whole years!) the more I crave a natural and simple lifestyle. I’ve treated any ailments I’ve had in the last 5 years naturally with the guidance of Ayurveda. And every year I eat more vegetables and less sugar. Not to say I don’t eat a lot of crap still, just less than I used to. And most importantly, I’ve been working to change my thought patterns from the automatic setting of judgement to one of acceptance, and even praise. I know my purest state is one of joy, and that any judgements I hold are just mucky mud in my clear pool! And when I say I know my purest state is joy, I don’t mean just me. All of us have that smooth, creamy pure love core, and all of us have the potential to clear away the muck with a bit of thoughtful practice.

For me, being in nature is like hitting the reset button and rising back into my natural state of joy. So my boyfriend, Alex, and I have been trying to get into the naitch as frequently as possible, which is kind of difficult, it being February in Rochester, NY. Colds keep stuffing themselves way up into our heads and we find ourselves cooped up for a week at a time. Alex was just getting some sniffles yesterday, but we decided to go to a park anyway.
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Check out this picture I took of him. Look at that sweet natural boy soaking in the beautiful rays. After I took this photo, he said “Let me take one of you!” And of course the sun was like ~psyche~ and slunk behind a cloud. So my portrait is much duller in comparison.

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What’s sunnier in my picture is my pose, so I get points for that, I think.

We got out, breathed fresh cold air into our lungs, woke up our sleeping muscles, met a beautiful gathering of deer, and daydreamed aloud to each other about our future.
Someday, we will live in the middle of all of this. We won’t have to say goodbye and drive the 20 minutes back to our city apartment.

We won’t have to try to maintain that peaceful state of mind while bass bumps and vibrates from mysterious cars parked outside.

And when we step out in the morning, the dumps on our lawn will be clean, dark pellets laid from free and happy creatures, and not fat, steamy dumps from sick, sad dogs whose owners were apparently born without the part of their brain that controls the muscles necessary to PICK UP said dumps! (I’m working toward a mindset of positivity and praise, but I have a little way to go still)

Instead, we’ll just walk straight through the nature and directly into our home, where we’ll warm up by the fire, and make some tea.

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Visualizing,
Your Peacefriend