I’ve been a private pilot for 10 years and cruise the sky mere thousands of feet above the ground. I face risks every time I fly, but I can’t imagine not dancing with the clouds.

Sally Ride said, “All adventures, especially into new territory, are scary.” Exploration can be dangerous, but so is sitting still. Whether we stretch our minds, visit different cultures, or for the lucky few, rocket into space, being adventuresome is what makes life vibrant and exciting. Isn’t that worth at least some risk?

But looking beyond the projects, I’m realizing how I wrap creativity around most of what I think about, see, hear and feel. I’m now honoring my creative mind and recognizing how real and unique it is — because it’s mine.

I think feeling creative every day is also opening my soul to see the raw creativity that’s in everyone. Creativity isn’t limited to artistic pursuits. It includes one’s sense of humor, problem-solving abilities, interpersonal skills, decision making and more.

I realize that CED is about creating artsy/crafty things, and I’m relishing all of the fun projects I’ll work on over the year. However, I’m already excited about how it’s opened my eye to the creativity that’s all around in its many forms. How inspiring!

“That’s a smart move,” I said.

“Yep,” the boy replied.

“Geez louise, but this sidewalk sure is slippery,” I added.

Silence.

When did I become an 80-year old geezer talking like that? Sheesh!

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I started my scarf on December’s trip to Vegas with my mom, but ran out of yarn. I made my scarf a bit wider than it probably needs to be and could have used bigger needles. In the end, I used 3 2/3 hanks (50 yards each) on size 13 (9 mm) needles. Pat with Pure Country used size 17 (12.75 mm) needles and 2 hanks on her sample scarf that I was trying to model mine after.

I tested my new scarf out on an evening walk with the pooches, and it is wonderfully warm and cozy. I can’t wait to start on some camouflage scarfs I’m knitting for soldiers in Iraq. I may even try purling!

[From an "Interactive Learning Center" console at the The Minneapolis Institute of Arts.]

I visited the MIA the other day to view a special exhibit, “Georgia O’Keeffe: Circling Around Abstraction.” This exhibit displayed forty-four works, including drawings, watercolors, paintings, pastels, and sculptures dating from 1915 to the 1970s, that track the evolution of O’Keeffe’s use of the circle. It was an amazing exhibit. I loved the altered perspectives, especially when she used the unconventional bird’s eye point of view.

The MIA’s press release regarding the exhibit puts O’Keeffe at the “masterworks” end of the art pecking order. She definitely deserves this acclaim. I can only aspire to reach the “keep-sakes” end with my creative contributions. If they sit on my shelf for 50 years, do they automatically rise to the level of “antiques??”

I’m going to try to post mini-entries using Jott in order to keep my daily blog goal for December. We’ll see how that goes …

In the December 2 issue, I enjoyed a poem entitled “Eating a Mango Over the Kitchen Sink” by Phebe Hanson, from Why Still Dance (© Nodin Press, 2003). I know, I’m talking mangoes again! You know how sometimes you come across a word or person or thing that’s not common in your world and suddenly you find it everywhere? That’s what’s happening with mangoes for me right now. So here’s a snippet from the poem.

But a mango is a different story, impossible to eat except leaning
over the sink, tropical juice dripping down my pale Minnesota
winter wrists as I gaze
out at snow raging against my windows, like the storms of my childhood.

However, with today’s computer automation, many cards are simply the product of an assembly line without any personalization. Purchase pre-printed cards, generate mailing labels, affix stamps, send.

I catch myself feeling like these cards are more of an obligation than a real connection. Am I expecting too much? Would I rather get nothing? Am I ranking that sender’s love by how much time was put into the card?

An attitude shift is definitely in order. As I look at each card, I will remember what I value about my relationship with the sender — why I enjoy having that person or family in my life. I will be jolted into calling or e-mailing someone that I’ve lost touch with. I will ooh at pictures of kids and pets. I will read the copied letters with curiosity over the things I didn’t know.

I’m not sure how I will extend my holiday greetings this year. I may go green and call everyone on my list, or I may run my own card assembly line. I’ll try to add personal notes if I can. But no matter what, I’ll trust that they will all know that I’m thinking of them.