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Creativity

This morning I was visiting Molly at Somewhat Refined and reading her list of quotes. I'm a weak one for a good quote, especially one that doesn't sound like someone has worked hard trying to say something quotable.

Some of my orchestra rehearsals are in the bandroom at Small Town's middle school (hey, we're a small town orchestra). This room is easily accessible and is fully-stocked with percussion. My friend J is the band teacher at this school, and she has lined the walls with quotes for her students to ponder when they sit for band. There are several that read, "NO WHINING," which is always good for a kid to remember, especially the kid who talks through his nose. There is a quote from Yoda about not trying but doing. "There is no trying." There are also a few quotes about the purpose of music in our lives and some on brain activity. "It's OK to be smart."

My favorite quote is from Maya Angelou: Creativity cannot be used up. The more you use it, the more you have.

My friend refers to this quote on occasion when she talks to me about my level of creativity, and she thinks of me when she sees it on her wall. So, now I think of it as my little poster. When I sit for rehearsals, I always remember to look up at it, and I grin to myself. This poster and this quote serve as a reminder to not let a tiring spell or a crappy day drain us of our innate need to create and the ability that often sits dormant but is there just the same.

Comments

Sassy Sundry said…
That's a good quote. I'm feeling a bit snarky these days (warehouse duty and all), so I'll come up with a good quote later. Right now, I'd just spew venom.
Scout said…
Sassy, I know the feeling. I've been a little sluggish myself lately. Maybe all the sugar from these darn Christmas cookies.
Ms Mac said…
Good Old Maya Angelou, she's a font of wisdom. She must be about 356 to be that wise, no? ;-)
a reminder to not let a tiring spell or a crappy day drain us of our innate need to create and the ability that often sits dormant but is there just the same.

Robyn - The above is a good quote in and of itself. Thanks for the reminder to keep the creative blood flowing
Scout said…
Stella, she has certainly led a life that would fill 356 years. Sometimes I just listening to her speak regardless of she says.

Rich, do you like that line? You can borrow it if you want.
dive said…
Just popped over to Molly's site.
I love "Thou shalt not weigh more than thy refrigerator".

I keep a little notebook with quotes in I've jotted doen. I just opened it at random to add a quote to this comment and it's an "anon" one; more a Freudian typo than a quote:
"The penis mightier than the sword".
Hmm … Genuinely randomly slelected, Robyn. Honest.
Scout said…
Dive, I'll have to take your word for it. Funny. I'll have to visit Molly again and see if your quote draws any comments. hee hee
dive said…
By "this comment," I meant yours, Robyn, not Molly's.
I wouldn't dare put anything risqué on a newly discovered blog.
She does seem quite fun though.
Scout said…
So, I've discovered. Her comment box was trash-free, so I misunderstood. I do love her site.

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