The pig that wanted to sway like the daisies.

Here’s a little fable and illustration I created for children :).

The pig that wanted to sway like the daisies by Bridget Cameron

A pig one day, came across a field of daisies that were waving in the wind. He enjoyed watching the way they swayed back and forth, back and forth and hoped that he could too, sway gently like them in the breeze.
He stood in the middle of the field and asked the wind to blow stronger for him, so that he may sway like the daisies. The wind heard his plea, and began to blow with gentle wisps. The pig could feel the wind against his body, but alas nothing happened.
He then, asked the wind to blow stronger. The wind blew with more might, and the pig felt the gusts of wind brushing against his body, yet found that he still stood still. Then, with his loudest voice he asked, “Please wind, blow with all your might!”
The wind took a deep breath and blew out an enormous tornado. The pig felt the wind come, and began to move at last, and move he did, for he was caught up in the funnel of wind and was swept away to another land. When he finally landed, he lay still in a field of gently swaying daisies.

Moral: Accept yourself for who and what you are. Accept others as they are.

© Bridget Cameron

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HOW DO I CREATE? My creative process.

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GALACTIC CONCEPTION

I was asked this question by my dear friend Eiry Rees Thomas, author of The Flitwits http://theflitwits.com/author/eiry/. She wanted to know how I created, my exact creative process, and thought that my answer would be good for others to know also.

So here’s my response… Generally my images are spontaneous, that is, I feel moved to create and create from my imagination. Other times, I sit on something that caught my imagination, and I think about it, feel it, and sometimes use other sources of references to fine tune my ultimate creation.  I read a lot and assimilate as I go, never knowing when some seeds may be sprouted. Quite often images come to me when I look at the moon, and I future creations, then I dream more about it, and when the time is ripe, ‘out it pops!’

My writings are like that too, especially my poetry, which generally pops out as I’m writing it, yet was formed already in my dream state prior to its manifestation. With longer writings, I use this same spontaneous process, but dream, research and think a lot about it, before I write. At times it needs no editing, it just flows out perfectly, and other times, editing is needed to give it a more sound structure or to make it flow/ sound better.  I like to read it aloud, to hear inconsistencies, as music and rhythm is important. Some works need quite a lot of editing, in order to remove the superfIuous and/or inauthentic tones.

It is important to be critical of one’s work, in order to improve it. However, knowing when to stop analysing and critiquing is essential, as it can really dampen the process; take the joy out of it, and lead to more mistakes, that need to be rectified, leading down a spiral of more corrections. I do this sometimes, when I am too much in my ‘head’ or tired or in lots of pain. Knowing when to stop, is essential to the path of any writer/creator, as I don’t think we should take the joy out of our creations. Acceptance and letting go are part of that process too.

In a nutshell: Trust in ‘self’ and the creative process!

Happy creating!  Bridget Cameron :).

UNIVERSAL CREATIVITY

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In the synthesis of the moment,
In a symbiotic attunement,

Consciousness becomes aware of creation,
Sublimation and ideation.
Bursting forth its inspiration,
Delivering fruits of the imagination,
Whole in its acted manifestation.

Recreation in the moment,
in a symbiotic attunement.

© 2014 Bridget Cameron

TASTING FLIGHT

“Once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”
Leonardo da Vinci

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photo © Valentyn Volkov Volkov

Learning to fly, said the fly to the toad,

is an awfully easy thing to do.

Just think of where you want to go,

then flap real hard and you will surely go.

“That’s ok, if you have wings” said the toad with a moan.

The fly just smiled and said,

“Let your eyes look up and do the talking,

and then you will be walking,

straight to where you want to be.”

“But, I’m hungry now!” said the toad to the fly,

“and you will surely die!”

With a flick of his tongue,

as quick as a gun,

he licked that fly right out of the air.

Then swallowed real hard, that really wasn’t fair,

to poor old fly that could no longer fly.

The toad burped out loud and let out a sigh

then pronounced, “I guess it was your time to die.”

And in the darkness, the fly said one last goodbye,

before being absorbed by toad’s gastric juices,

no doubt a loser, or so it would seem.

For within a moment the fly found himself in a dream.

Lifted up from out of his pulped body,

  he ascended real high up into the light,

it was such a glorious sight,

oh what a flight!

He was not dead, no need to dread,

for life existed beyond the song,

and there he joined other souls’ along,

the very long road that pulsed with elephant, human and pine,

all singing fine,

to the heart of universal life.

 

© 2013 Bridget Cameron