You’re never too young–or old–to create! Photo by E. Lyons

I am one of a small group of women who are studying and working through a wonderful trilogy of books by Julia Cameron, beginning with The Artist’s Way.

They are spiritually based books about releasing any blocks you may have and unlocking the creativity inside you.  That creativity can be in traditional and performing arts, crafts, and literary works, or simply in how you approach your daily job.  Read More

We Welcome YOUR Creations!

What follows represents the creativity and spirit of the users of this website.

Please note that all creations are copyrighted and cannot be reproduced without the expressed permission of their owners.

Please submit your favorite creation via email to, with Creations in the subject line.  Include your name or pseudo name and a brief explanation of the work.  For you literary types, nothing longer than 750 words, please.   Videos or links to performances welcome.  Website urls may be included, if desired.

From Vickie Barber-Ellis:  A Poem for Beth

In response to a friend’s desire to fly in her authentic power, Vickie “wrote [the poem] right here, on the fly as my heart directed it.”

I dreamt of the cliffs along the sea, the scraggly crags of now cold molten debris.

I saw there the waves that crashed around me, the loud noise drowning my wondering need.

A mist in the air seemed to cling to my wings, holding me down to the seashore it seemed.

A light pierced the dullness, but strange it appeared that it came not from the outer but inner so clear.

With sudden courage I found in myself, a shudder, a bolt for the sky I knew I once dwelt.

Now I fly with renewed spirit and freedom of wing, and know should I return here I’ll not be the same as I’ve been.

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From Drew Peterson:  About Life, a poem inspired on July 13, 2013

“I take credit for writing and editing these lines; however, the true source was divine wisdom that inspired the poem during a soul integration meditation.”


Could there ever be happy…
Without being sad?
Could being good thrive . . .
Without being bad?

Would a day be a day . . .
Without a moon or the night?
Would a sun shine as bright . . .
Without the dark? …Without light?

How would a child laugh . . .
Without shedding tears?
How would we love . . .
Without facing our fears?

Why pose the questions . . .
When there’s never a doubt?
Why seek the answers? . . .
That’s what life is about.

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From June Harding:  Irises

“More beauty in the rain. Close, closer and then right in the middle of the heart of a flower. It will be gone tomorrow but enjoyed today. Look and enjoy the pleasures we are given.”



















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From June Harding:  Images of Spring

“How often we pass this way during our busy days?

It’s there for all of us to enjoy.   How often do we truly see the exquisite beauty of Fords Colony?

Take time …”



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From Dorothy Tibbetts:  Coping with the Unexpected

“I wrote this after hearing about my family members’ experiences. My 10-year-old granddaughter had been near the finish line of the Boston Marathon.  She was not hurt because she and her friend had just gone to the food court.  My sister’s neighbors lost their 8-year-old son, their 6-year-old daughter lost her leg, and the mother had brain injuries.  Life is fragile.  I wanted to write about my feelings, but was not yet able to let them out.  The poem helped me to focus and be concise.”
The news was not goodfrom the Boston Marathontwo bombs exploded  An annual event

marred by the unexpected

deaths and injuries


Let us not bring hate

to those who create chaos

There’s enough all ready


Pray for the grieving

Surround the injured with love

May all find comfort


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From June Harding:  Magnolia in the Rain

“Everyday I make myself a promise to find one flower and glorify its beauty, and to say ‘Thank you.'”






From June Harding:  So What Is the Kindred Spirit Mailbox?

“No one knows who placed the mailbox on Bird Island (an uninhabited island at the west end of Sunset Beach,NC). The person who put it there wrote ‘Twenty seven years ago I walked the tide line of Bird Island. In the distance – right on the low tide line – I saw the silhouette of a rural mailbox. However, I never could reach it – for it was a mirage. The very next weekend, I ‘planted’ the original Kindred Spirit mailbox.'”

The mailbox is filled with notebooks, pens and pencils along with the stories and tales of all the travelers who’ve journeyed to this place. Each entry begins with the phrase “Dear Kindred Spirit.”

These journals are filled with prayers, wishes, thanksgivings, personal stories and more – each writer adding his or her own bits of wisdom to the collection.

An empty wooden park bench sits just in front of the Kindred Spirit mailbox, offering its oceanfront seat to visitors who’ve journeyed to this spot so they’re able to read the stories and share their own.

Then, once the notebooks and journals are complete, they’re mailed to their mysterious owner – the Kindred Spirit – who lovingly reads, collects and saves each spiral bound book of stories.

So Where Is The Kindred Spirit Mailbox?

If you’d like to visit the Kindred Spirit mailbox yourself, come over the Sunset Beach bridge, take a right at the oceanfront. From the last public Sunset Beach access make a right and head southwest. It’s about an hour walk there and back. Like most things in life, it’s about the journey, especially in a world where every thing else seems instantaneous. After a mile and a quarter, you’ll see a second flag pole, and you’ll find the mailbox there at the foot of it.

So if you’re feeling like you just need to escape from the daily grind, go and get away. Watch a sunset, hold hands with someone you love and maybe even write a letter to someone you’ve never met.

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From Edee Lyons:  L’il Edeeee  

“Li’l Edeeee is that part of my heart that knows God, and when I draw her, I KNOW that God smiled through me, ’cause she makes me smile when she appears at the end of my pen.”

















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From Linda Sutton:  Forgiveness

“I was inspired to paint this piece to show the true power of forgiveness. Living the human experience calls forth daily opportunities to forgive. The charcoal gray woman represents the limited, selfish human experience. The tears staining her face represent the colors of our soul coming through when we offer forgiveness in return. True forgiveness of ourselves and others brings out the essence of Who We Really Are, and that is pure Love.  Beautiful, Colorful, Perfect.”














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From June Harding:  Last Flight

“Last Flight came about because we were supposed to write an obituary for ourselves [in class]. Having obtained my private pilot’s license in 1976, I had to write it the way I did. It’s more uplifting.










As eagles fly

so will I

on my last flight.

The thought of confinement

rain and snow . . .

Oh no!

My last flight will be a joy

of glistening, sparkling fragments

in the wind.

I will spread my angel wings

and catch the uplifting breeze,


and then return to earth.

It is as it should be . . .

Going Home.

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From June Harding:  A Thanksgiving Picture

“I call this photograph Simplicity and the Joy of Thanksgiving.  We have much to be thankful for.”


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From Dorothy Tibbets:  Do Not Die an Unlived Life

“The title of this piece was a suggestion from my Cercle de Plume writing group. We have a list of topics to choose from. This one caught my attention and pretty much wrote itself.”

As I began to define what an unlived life might mean to me, my focus immediately went to the “do not die” part. From there I went to thinking about what the term “to die a thousand deaths” means.

How easily I sidetrack myself in order to avoid taking a good look at what I want. Ask me what I want for my children or grandchildren and I will go on for paragraphs.  Looking at my desires for my own life is a challenge.

Lots of programming has told me that my job is to take care of others. Up to recently l have judged doing what I want as selfish.   Read More

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Another Poem by Anne M. Tansey–submitted by Carol Kelly

“This is another poem from the collection of 76 intended for publication, titled Flames of the Living Word: Psalms for Today.  A native of Cincinnati, Ohio, the late Anne Tansey was an invalid for much of her earlier life who supported herself writing primarily for the religious press. In precomputer days, she used a typewriter rigged by one of her brothers so that she could write while lying in bed.”   Read the poem

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From June Harding:  Autumn Leaves

“‘Autumn . . . when every leaf is a flower.’ One I truly love because it is like a painting. I always take about three shots of a scene I like and each time I get closer and closer. Then the true beauty shines!”










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From Jeanne Arellan:  Oil Painting of Woman and Her Dolls

“This painting is a copy of a painting I found in an artist magazine.   Sometimes you have to copy to learn!”

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A Poem by Anne M. Tansey, Submitted by Carol Kelly

“This poem by my late friend Anne Tansey is from a collection of 76 intended for publication, titled Flames of the Living Word: Psalms for Today.  A native of Cincinnati, Ohio, Miss Tansey was an invalid for much of her earlier life who supported herself writing primarily for the religious press. In pre-computer days, she used a typewriter rigged by one of her brothers so that she could write while lying in bed.”   Read the poem

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From June Harding:  The Butterfly Effect

“Everything we do has an effect on life itself. We may never know the result, but it happens.”    Read the poem

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From Julia Stege:  Watercolor of Santa Fe

“While at a retreat in Santa  Fe with my mentors Jan Stringer and Alan Hickman of Perfect Customers, I was inspired to make this watercolor pencil drawing/painting of the view from our meeting room. During the retreat we looked at what makes us tick, our true heart’s joy. One of my passions is drawing and painting from nature to reflect beauty and magic back to the Creator. This painting reflects the ever changing colors over this New Mexico mountain range, and the playful feeling I get when with my Attraction Community.  Read More












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From Dorothy Tibbetts:  Reflections on the Art of Being Right

“This piece came about as a result of a combination of factors. It started one day when I made the comment ‘I love being right.’ About a week before, a friend had related a story of having a heated discussion with her husband that ended with her saying to him, ‘I could agree with you, and then we’d both be wrong.’ Her sense of humor is something I aspire to. We do have a granddaughter that has inherited my need to be right. Seeing her in action always reminds me that I still have a lot of growing to do.”    Read the essay

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From Jeanne Arellan:   Painting of Mother and Profile of Father

“I’ll start Creations off with a painting I did last year of my mother, created from a photo I took of her when I was in college and she was around the age I am now, and a profile of my father, written about 15 years after his death. I really honor and miss them both.”

Mom & Winky

Profile of My Father: “My Father, My Light”

Read the profile