The work is continuing in the background, building the Creativist Club for all those who are interested in learning more about how to apply the creative process to everything in life: money, friends, work, home.
With the aid of the wonderful Pixbee Design, the Club will launch in September and the first fifty people to register will get free lifetime admission.
I’ll be sending an email to subscribers as soon as it’s ready to rock, so if you’d like to be part of it, sign up here to know when the starting gun has been fired.
I also wanted to share with you a new (to me) poet I found, through these lines that reminded me of Pixbee, when I came across them in a magazine. By such serendipities, creative connection is forged.
Last night as I was sleeping,
I dreamt—marvelous error!—
that I had a beehive
here inside my heart.
And the golden bees
were making white combs
and sweet honey
from my old failures.
Thank you, Nelly and Alex!
The poem is by Antonio Machado, a Spanish poet, one of the “generation of ‘98”. (That would be 1898). Like WB Yeats, Machado began with the hermetic aesthetic principles of post-symbolism and moved to simpler, less abstract poetic style and forms.
By such serendipities, the creative connects.