



Today is my late Mama's birthday. In my weekend post I talked about my mother and my mother's mother (my grandma) and now I remember one of the lessons that she taught me was to be innovative as a creative way of approaching dilemmas. Mama would not allow any blockage or problems sitting down. She would sift through it with a prayer of confidence and let her imagination rule overtime. And this she shared with everyone.
Thus, at a young age, I was a walking creative think tank like her. I would solve space saving problems easily, design projects fast, style other people homes or spaces on site, write stories fast, do research work enthusiastically . . . I was practically tagged at meetings and parties or made to help with spaces and design which require creative work. The fee was not important. The satisfaction was in the ability to achieve the desired results fast and efficiently.
While sifting through piles of stuff from years of storage (we recently renovated a room in the back of the house that was used as a store room for years!) I have to segregate things I can recycle and use to those that I have to discard or give away. Now I have a huge stash of stuff piling for possible mixed media work, stuff from the past that not only brought memories but amazing objects that can be recycled into beautiful functional works.

Oh, Ms Higad, learn to flex your wings and listen close to the whispers of the leaves. Do not be distracted by the noisy hurtful energies of wireless connections. The moon has waned and in time it will wax to full. The cycle continues and we all move with it . . .
. . . and happy bday, Mama. May your new spaces be bright, airy and cheery and filled with your loving touch . . . until we meet again . . .

3 comments:
Ms. Higad has transformed into not only a moth but a very graceful and beautiful moth, I think.
I enjoyed so much your fantastic pictures. They are all very impressive and beautiful. And some of them are very unique.
I enjoyed also very much reading the whole post. Your writing is wonderful. And I agree completely with Somerset Maugham. I perhaps should make it my motto. I think about it.
Greetings from Kaya.
What a beautiful tribute to your Mama, Lui. I truly enjoyed reading this post, and your photographs are wonderful.
Thank you so much for sharing this today at The Creative Exchange. It is truly perfect for it.
Sending you wishes for a beautiful Tuesday!
lisa.
Nice to see you at the Creative Exchange too Lui! How fun to connect in all of these different places. :) Hopefully you'll get the sixth postcard from me very soon!
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