Creative Creator Compulsively Creates.

When I began examining my life through the lens of how scissors facilitate creative expression, I did not expect a full-blown journey down nostalgic lanes of generational experiences.

But as my thoughts continued to unfold, somehow, the power of scissors in our lives became increasingly undeniable. This simple tool, timeless & dependable, is so woven into the fabric of our own life's creative mapping, it nearly feels silly to fully embrace the powerful spectrum of beauty its most basic presence connects us to.

It all started while reflecting on that picture of my cat, walking his walk along my crafted runway- immediately triggering a first wave of appreciation for all the bonded moments Horace & I have shared, with a pair of scissors as our facilitator.

In true cat fashion, this curious craft-mate has been around for all the late night present wrapping sessions, which lead to all those mornings full of joy on the faces of my hearts nearest loves. Know what else has unfailingly been subjected to my "oh-shoot-I-procrastinated-and-now-I-gotta-knock-these-creative-visions-out-of-the-park-with-no-time-and-forgotten-suplies" routine? Scissors baby. & coffee. Scissors & coffee, baby.

My love for wrapping rapidly morphed into a general obsession with tulle.

When inspired to decorate this wall, naturally that aforementioned tulle obsession came out to play. Enter the bows: lengths of simple ribbon that I cut, re-cut, wished I could uncut, and ultimately transformed into these elegant hanging shelf mechanisms.

Okay, yesssss, the tulle bows themselves are undeniable, but I still needed shelves to actualize my full vision of hanging plants. So into my craft closet I dug, where an old black & white dress lay folded. Inches away were small wood slats my children had decorated- the type of project we can't quite bear to toss, and yet there is absolutely no real home for it either.

The dress had been worn on a trip to Chicago. An unexpected adventure which ultimately informed & transformed my entire world. I can still see ripples of lessons learned in that dress as they continue to rise up out of the waters of my life for examination. How fitting that ultimately I would come back to touch this fabric with transformation now at the forefront of my conscious intent.

With the help of my orange scissors, I cut snippets of myself out of the folds. I envisioned old ways of being falling aside, making way for the path I was trimming out. The fabric mirrored my own internal transmutation.

I wanted to go into more stories of how this hutch, perched below those magic shelves, holds untold intersectionalities between creation and my own families progression. To talk about how a scissors helped me propogate a prolific plant I had gifted my mom for Mother's Day. To share how this piece of assembled wood, passed down from my grandfather, to my mother, and then me, also boasted impressions of my sisters creative output. To highlight the poem about potatoes hiding inside, which she had written when we were young. Do you know what helped her laminate, then cut that little lymeric which has now become infamous in its own familial infamy? Scissors.

I introduce all these musings to say- I got really lost in how much creative output shows up in our lives without us even recognizing it. It shows up in magical rain showers. Creativity doesn't just help us create craft fair displays. Being a creative is not simply about developing a cute hobby for holiday gifts. It is a doorway to deep connection to the world around us; it offers infinite mediums for molding.

Creativity is at the absolute essence of life. To be a creator is to be open to beauty & joy in all spaces; both in passive & active participation. When acknowledged in this space, scissors can become a miraculous gift.

I got so lost in the ways scissors had facilitated connection over my lifetime, I even allowed my mind to travel all the way back to birth.

Honestly though.....scissors were there.

Cutting the umbilical cord is a rite of passage. This signifies the defining moment when a being is no longer nourished solely by the life force of their mother. With the snip of a scissors, an entire internal ecosystem is birthed. Or, created. I connect with a deep sense of support knowing even at that vulnerable stage, the perfect tools were already aligning to forge my path.

Use your tools wisely. Wield them lovingly. Cut loose.