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  • Struck by sudden inspiration, Poppy asked me to get the tubes of play-doh off the top of the fridge. She then led me out to our courtyard where lavender grows wildly, plentifully. She molded the play-doh into little balls, then began cutting and collecting the lavender.

    I watched on in fascination.

    She then placed the twiggy stems of the lavender into the play-doh, making adjustments as she went, giving her full attention to this creative task.

    While she was fully present with her art-making, I found myself fully present to this beautiful moment unfolding before me. And the wisdom in it: be creative for the joy of it, the experience and pleasure of it. Poppy wasn't caring about the end result, she wasn't thinking about who might be interested in it, or whether it was any 'good'. She was being creative without agenda or goal, she was simply enjoying the creative act.
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