“50 million people identify themselves as creators,” the social media statistics report said.
I smiled.
My kindred.
Then I thought, “there are more than that, they just don’t know it.”
Divine apples don’t leave the tree. The connection lives and grows and there’s no need to compete when there is room to bloom for everyone.
Some apples fall from the tree, roll, and rot.
Design twisted and feral, yet with a hunting, heart ache beauty.
Even there, I see the tree, though they’ve desperately tried to disguise it.
All creation sings – echoes back – to the very first divine designs.
There is nothing new under the sun, that’s why we have to get creative.
