Creativity is cyclical. As it goes, many aspects of life can either destroy or produce creativity. You wear it like an ancient dress—imbued with language, culture, traditions, and beliefs.

Mother Nature, an enchantment, is always putting on a show. All creatures, great and small, working together in a mystery of faith. Forever. Throughout the year, her love cadence stirs belief in a benevolent world.

Ouch. Thorny vines and gray, rotting leaves. The scraggly and overgrown garden truly needs a makeover. My broken trowel is woefully inept at breaking up the hardened soil. The world spins me into a deep isolation, stripped of my values and desires. Just as a cold brew of wrath and resentment begins, I turn to the concept of interdependence.

Across the spring meadow, Forget-Me-Not flowers bring sweet reminders of vital etiquette and scheduling I have neglected. In the grip of a pain winter, thieving shadows creep across a bitter calendar landscape. These are the major aspects of Everyday Living I tend to forget for my planner life.