{"id":790,"date":"2012-01-02T10:41:27","date_gmt":"2012-01-02T15:41:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.siriuspress.com\/studio\/?p=790"},"modified":"2012-01-02T10:50:42","modified_gmt":"2012-01-02T15:50:42","slug":"happy-new-year-and-thank-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.siriuspress.com\/studio\/2012\/01\/happy-new-year-and-thank-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Happy New Year and Thank You!"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Happy<\/a><\/p>\n

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

\u2014John Milton<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

Thank you<\/h2>\n

I would like to express my gratitude to all the Creative Flux contributors<\/a> for their high caliber work and stimulating insights, with my greatest appreciation to Terri Long<\/a> who launched the site with her brilliant piece, \u201cHow Gender Roles Crush Creativity<\/a>.\u201d These thanks are also extended to all of you avid readers and savvy commenters.<\/p>\n

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

Thank you, all, for making 2011 a terrific success!<\/p>\n

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<\/a> on Creative Flux, and I wish you all the courage to continue jumping into the void!<\/p>\n

And if your vision ever gets clouded in 2012, let Wordsworth be your beacon . . .<\/p>\n

Daffodils<\/a><\/h3>\n

I wandered lonely as a cloud
\nThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,
\nWhen all at once I saw a crowd,
\nA host, of golden daffodils;
\nBeside the lake, beneath the trees,
\nFluttering and dancing in the breeze.<\/p>\n

Continuous as the stars that shine
\nAnd twinkle on the milky way,
\nThey stretched in never-ending line
\nAlong the margin of a bay:
\nTen thousand saw I at a glance,
\nTossing their heads in sprightly dance.<\/p>\n

The waves beside them danced; but they
\nOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:
\nA poet could not but be gay,
\nIn such a jocund company:
\nI gazed–and gazed–but little thought
\nWhat wealth the show to me had brought:<\/p>\n

For oft, when on my couch I lie
\nIn vacant or in pensive mood,
\nThey flash upon that inward eye
\nWhich is the bliss of solitude;
\nAnd then my heart with pleasure fills,
\nAnd dances with the daffodils.<\/p>\n

—William Wordsworth<\/a><\/h5>\n

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