First, we found Hadley Meares through a story he had written about Hildegard . Hadley biography about Hildegard offered a new perspective on our namesake. Hadley captured the essence of Hildegard with a slight bow that made us laugh, but also recalled how remarkable Hildegard was in his time and how his legacy continues to influence and inspire to this day.
Hadley talent for making fun story, interesting and relevant shone through and led us with his approach to the work of Hildegard. We are always happy when we find a modern story of Hildegard, but in this case we thought it might be more to explore than just a story about Hildegard.
Turns out we were right. We arrived at Hadley, and in the process of personal blog discovered. Through our conversations with her and dive deeper into his work as a writer, we discovered that writing Hadley reflects much about her personally. Hadley is thoughtful, funny and full of energy for your chosen occupation as a writer and historian. Above all, it is indeed inspired by Hildegard, along with other important women in history.
initially we thought to have Hadley as part of our ongoing exploration of midlife awakening Hildegard as an example of creativity come in middle age . But as we have learned more about Hadley, we realized that his story is not so much about transitions in life or turn towards creativity, but rather about life as a creative search, a life dedicated to living the creative life .
So we asked Hadley tell us a little about creativity.
HH: What is the power of creativity? And / or what creativity it means to you?
HM: During the time that I can remember, I have always been fascinated by the work people do and how they do it. My grandfather had gas stations and hardware stores in rural North Carolina. pretty cut and dry; It should have completely been for the book, ie, gas, soft drinks, and wiper fluid. But it was not.
For once had a lot of goats in the gravel courtyard at the rear of the service station. No one was quite sure why. Some said it was because his initials were C. G. and had been nicknamed Corny goat as a child and had an affinity for goats since. It also opened a toy store (I liked to think just for me) attached to the service station, and sold fish in a convenience store back. Really do not know why you decided to do these things, but it sure did its job much more interesting, him and his customers. His service station was not like any other station in the world. None of them are.
Examples of this type of creativity in the “straight world” were all around me. My father ran one newspaper advertising, full of ads and coupons, but occasionally would print a story, a poem or a carefully staged photo shoot. My mother taught preschool and I would see her experiment with how to make homemade dough as such or a new lesson plan that would do three years old experience the world in a new way.
All this confirmed that the power of creativity was all. It was what made the world a fascinating place, which made everything possible and different, even if the tasks that had to be executed seemed the most plebeian and vulgar. For me creativity is what makes people, places and things unique.
Every moment of every life is creative. Nobody gives a hug in the same way. I’m not sure I believe in God, but I think the closest I feel “God” or for that most important way to be at peace is when I have a simple laser focus on a task at hand. Most simply, when I’m creating something, whether love, my shopping list, a joke with friends or a song with the band. Creation brings us closer to the universal ID, whatever the hell it is. After all, in some way, if only by accident, it is how the universe was created.
Although I have had all these wonderful examples of the omnipresence of creativity in everyday life, for many years fell into the trap modern family does. Creativity, with a big C, in reality could only be expressed, or more importantly, if it was properly appreciated openly “artistic” in nature. One had to write fiction, singing, acting, dancing, painting -. That’s what made creative
The fact that I thought that in this way, although it had a direct proof to the contrary, shows how the ego trumps creativity and importance in our society puts it: if the rest the world does not recognize their creativity, which has produced something different, and crafted something new, something designed in a unique way, then it is not important, and not worth creating in the first place. What the fuck!
But I fell into the trap. I enjoyed reading about “temperamental artists,” so I decided I wanted to say I wanted to be one. I acted, sang, wrote fiction. I loved doing all these things (and still do), but I do not think that’s where my final creative power. It was only through trial and error, and that most inevitable part of things – passing year, I realized that rather than wanting to be the people I read, I wanted to write about them, talk about them, help people experience little stories of the world in a new and accessible way.
Every time I write a story of someone, or lead people on a tour of a historic site, I am creating a narrative (based on facts that I have at my disposal) about how people went about creation of: art, companies, countries, families, places, life. It’s just my interpretation, my personal invention. Read a biography of Queen Elizabeth I in 1816, then 1916, and then today – they are completely different. Because different people make by hand, at different times, with different preconceived ideas and goals and resources at their disposal. They are building a version of a story -. None of them are even close to being 100 percent correct, but they are all valid
So what is creativity for me? That’s it. It is in all of us, not just the chosen few. Instead of being a rarefied gift, which is the main force that binds us all together: after all, we are all created, and magically perfectly and differently- for only a sperm and an egg.Additional Tags for this post:
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