Yesterday I told Alex that I think I lost my creativity. My zest. I’m too busy I said. I work too much and I feel like it’s all been pushed away. I don’t take photos anymore and I don’t write. Where did it go? I asked. I miss it. We were out for a rainy mountain drive.
Now just close your eyes and picture this scene. Ha I’m just kidding you can’t close your eyes and also read but you catch my drift.
It stopped raining. Alex said I didn’t lose anything as he rolled down the windows. I was annoyed because my hair was blowing in my face and now there was no chance that Kiri would fall back to sleep. Then the fog hit my skin and made it feel damp. The mirrors fogged up and the car was humid. I closed my eyes and breathed in the humidity. The mountain air was so fresh and as always in Thailand, had the faintest hint of lemongrass or jasmine or some other magical nature treat. Then also the faint smell of a bonfire somewhere in the mountains. Always. Everything so very green. Fog rests on the tops of the mountains like a cozy blanket. We passed a hilltop temple. A red rooftop and shiny gold pagodas interrupted all the green standing out in such a perfect way. A monk, in his orange robes tending to the garden outside. Roosters in the background. Always roosters. If you know you know. Tiny wood houses that go back years and years, filled with families and memories. The laundry of the generations inside hanging outside on a line. All of these things are just the most gorgeous, every day, commonplace Thai things. So simple and so beautiful. Kiri said ‘wwooooww’ and commenced singing a song about walking in the jungle. It started raining again. We rolled up the windows.
My point? Nature IS creativity. Creativity IS nature. They are one. It’s beautiful out there.
Cup filled. Lesson learned. Zest returned.
Always, always roll down the windows.