The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
W.B. Yeats
Dear Creativity,
Nature gave me a feast today.
Fields of yellow lupin sweetened the air as we made our way to the beach,
the buzzing of bees, the soaring cries of birds —
a soundscape as alive as the colors.
And then the sea — loud, crashing, wild.
The sun warmed my shoulders, and a breeze cooled my face just as quickly.
Salt touched my lips.
The scent of the ocean wrapped around me.
It was one of those moments I almost couldn’t believe was real, as each of my senses was activated, acknowledging so much beauty happening simultaneously.
A full-body reminder that this world is not quiet with its wonder.
I felt you beside me. Not to offer answers, but to sit with me in the stillness —
listening to the waves ahead, the river behind, and the birds somewhere in between.
I know you don’t always shout.
Sometimes, you simply beckon.
And the real question is—
Are we ready to follow?
Innovatively yours,
Dr. Abigail
