Doodle along

As a little girl, I was a "doodler." Not an "in the margins" doodler, but one who would take a sheet of paper and a dozen colored felt pens to create a colorful maze of lines and dots and curves and circles, zig zags and arcs. Why, I did this, I have no idea other than I found it fun. I enjoyed building the design, adding color and "seeing" where to go. 

Interestingly, none of this "art" remains.  It must have been tossed away.

In hindsight, a lot remains. I think those doodling days conveyed purpose to my brain. My young brain was recognizing and enjoying how to put elements in order. The intricate work of piecing together all the doodles to form a whole picture allowed me a very gratifying creative process.  

When someone says, "I'm not very creative," I wonder if they are overlooking something... something they did, or have always done that marked the beginnings of their hidden or unrecognized creativity. 

I think creativity lives in all of us but simply manifests differently.  It's clear when we consider the arts but when we think about imagination -- stringing together symbols, words, elements, materials and ideas -- we begin to see the creativity in everything.

We doodle along marvelously.