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"Creative Mind" Why Don't They Get Us

Those of us blessed or cursed with the creative mind often suffer depression. We live in a world where lukewarm is the norm. We feel passionately about a lot of things. We have an overwhelming desire to share our creativity, our deepest selves. Therein lies a problem..because as with Van Gogh.... not everyone can appreciate our need to share ourselves, our insights, and epiphanies with them.

We have relatives, mates and companions that while they may love us...just don't "get" us, and quite frankly at times our passion scares them. In thinking, which is always dangerous, it came to me that while we do look for people who share our creative interests, maybe we should be looking deeper for the relationship that goes beyond... someone not just with an appreciation for music, but one that feels with joy the musical strains of “you” as you play .. someone that you can see the light in their eyes as they look at your painting and you know they are embracing the “you” of the piece and not the paint on the canvas. Someone that can enjoy and rejoice in your idiosyncrasies, appreciate the conceptual off the wall thought.

Can't tell you how many times I've heard...'Whuh?! What in God's name are you talking about?” Can't really blame anyone. I get a lot of strange thoughts, epiphanies, ideas and they all come spilling out when I know better. *Jackson(my love of a cat) is the only one that really understands me(lol) and we're not speaking right now. He ate my ear phones.

Anyway, it's just thoughts with a question mark.     Cecelia

*See Poem "Jackson, My Jackson
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