Explanations

So, this blog isn't completely abandoned. Yes. It's been almost a year since the last post. But, let me explain.

I think one of the biggest reasons why I don't blog is because of my relationship with writing. For me, it is a personal deal. I am terrible at faking emotion or writing only half of what I think. It sort of dries up the creativity in my opinion.

Honesty seems inseparably linked to imagination. Thus, writing is me -- what you see is what's really there, not a hyped up, toned down, or glossed over version.
But, the itch to write (and not just "journal" write, but form thoughts to share), has been bothering my brain. I revamped the blog a little, seriously considered taking off some of my older posts (but then decided no -- that was part of me), and here I am again -- the cyber version anyways.


And all this mulling on blogging has me thinking about imagination and creativity in general. The times of my life that I would consider the most beautiful are those moments when I have been creating. I don't consider myself an artsy person. I'd love to consider myself as such. But, remember, I have this chronic honesty problem.

But think about this, art is not a synonym of creativity. Art is a PART of creativity, but it is not the only thing. Consider, within the word "creativity" is the root "create," and creating can apply to a million different things. The important thing is that YOU are engaged in the act.

Passivity is easy. And, granted, there are times when being the spectator is necessary. You can learn from others' creations, etc. But, if it stops there, you will become glutted with what you see and hear. Just like with food, we take in creativity so we can breathe it out.

The piece of art carries parts of the artist, right? Perhaps it's debatable, but the creator leaves his touch on his work; it's part of him. In the same way, I think humans were created to resemble their artist as well. I believe God is a creating entity, and He left his touch all over us -- meaning we are also creators. Made in the image of a creating God. No, I cannot whip up galaxies -- but I can spin up poetry to describe them.

Welcome back once again, Christen, to blogging.