A Magical Instigator of Creative Adventure.
All my journeys in life, all my creative projects have been ignited by a magical element that, at first, made no sense, but seemed weird to me, unsuspected, intriguing, unwanted even.
Thirteen years ago, I became the apprehensive owner of Rivoli, a handsome Italian accordion. Our initial fling was short-lived. After a few love-lessons in accordion, Luscious Lou, my teacher laughed at my plea to drop the Irish Eyes Are Smiling oomp-pa-pa for a sexy tango. Matter-of-factly, he informed me that it would take ten years before I could play such sultry tunes. I did not have ten years. I moved on and Rivoli moved into the closet, high on the shelf of relics and unlived dreams.
A few years ago, when creative freedom lust stirred within and I considered closing shop and taking a leap into the wide open arms of the world, Rivoli insisted upon coming along. That in itself was so bizarre that I pulled him out of the closet and put him in my living room. Since Rivoli has been egging me on with his longings, insisting that him and I are going on a journey. What journey? I’d ask. Where?
Did you read my memoir, Seeing Red? It ends with the introduction of the accordion. While I have yet to sling the accordion over my shoulder and hit the road, it has been incubating in me for a while now. The accordion, however weird of a fixture it is in my life, won’t go away.
And I know better to ignore those things that won’t go away.
Read the rest at my blog and tell me about your creative rhythms and what marvelous elements have catalyzed your creative journeys in life.
