Today I went for a walk in the forest. I slept horribly last night, so when I was leaving for my walk, I felt light-headed and weak. But as I used my body to wind through the trees, I began to revive. I saw Canada geese walking cautiously over the road on my way to the forest. I saw a duck swimming slowly, looking for food, with a green head. I saw a Red-Winged Blackbird floating on top of a body of bulrushes. I saw tiny snow-white mushrooms growing on a fallen tree. I heard frogs groaning. I found a teepee somebody had built from young trees. I heard the birds talking to each other. As all of the people live their day to day lives in the city, so the birds and the trees live their daily lives quietly, together. I felt like just another organic part of the forest as I walked through it. It made me so happy to feel all of the parts of the forest existing peacefully together, secretly, where no one looks at them.
After I came out of the forest, I went for a tea at my old university. I bumped into a friend there, and we ended up having a long conversation about creativity. He advised me to develop my creative voice as well as my business sense if I end up pursuing a new career in interior design. I thought he had some very good points, and at the end of the conversation, with the evening light shining into my eyes, I was very happy.
Crafting a well-lived life is a creative pursuit, full of problem-solving, risk-taking, cutting out the unnecessary bits, and first, second, third and fourth drafts. Even if I'm not drawing or currently making any music, I am still acting creatively. I am beginning to see all of life as the project.
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