Happy New Year and Thank You!

Happy New Year 2012

Gratitude bestows reverence, allowing us to encounter everyday epiphanies, those transcendent moments of awe that change forever how we experience life and the world.

Thank you

I would like to express my gratitude to all the Creative Flux contributors for their high caliber work and stimulating insights, with my greatest appreciation to Terri Long who launched the site with her brilliant piece, “How Gender Roles Crush Creativity.” These thanks are also extended to all of you avid readers and savvy commenters.

Special thanks to: Rich Weatherly, for the use of his beautiful quote; Q2 Music, for their outstanding repertoire and service, and for graciously sharing their audio clips; and to all the StoryWorld zealots, for calling out into the wilderness with such eye-opening and engaging information that Transmedia-disciples, like myself, might be led to the (real) Truth.

Thank you, all, for making 2011 a terrific success!

In the upcoming year, I look forward to discovering and discussing your innovations and inspirations, I invite you all into the conversation and to contact me if you have an idea you would like to share on Creative Flux, and I wish you all the courage to continue jumping into the void!

And if your vision ever gets clouded in 2012, let Wordsworth be your beacon . . .

Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

 

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  1. I’d like to share a little something on Wordsworth — which is connected with this poem in fact.

    A few years ago I was en route to the UK, reading the paper on the plane, and I came to the “Letters to the Editor.”

    I happened upon a letter from a reverend who was Wordsworth’s great-great nephew. He confided that, in later years, his illustrious ancestor would walk the fields in his sister’s company and absentmindedly recite his own poems.

    One fine morning, he began: “I wandered lonely as a cow…”

    Now picture a cow floating on high o’er vales and hills. Time for a steel umbrella, eh?

    Happy New Year.

  2. Excellent story (lol). I guess I’ll have to revise my last statement to: if your vision ever begins to drift aimlessly, let Wordsworth be your (r)udder.

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