"When the eagles are silent, the parrots begin to jabber."

The title of this post is a quotation from Winston Churchill. I chose it not because it had anything to do with the man or the context in which he said it. (...but it may very well have to do with the fact that i don't have enough creativity to come up with my own title.....) I chose it because at this time in my life my mental eagles are silent. Perhaps that is why i haven't posted in quite some time, and it's probably why I deleted the few old posts that were here.

But what do I mean by "mental eagles"? That sounds ridiculous if you say it out loud. What I mean is that my preferred brain activity is in a horrible recession. It's not to say that I have slowly become more stupid or that my life is somehow worse off than it was since the last time I blogged. Quite the opposite in fact: I have a wonderfully engaging job, a hospitable living situation, and a boyfriend who may possibly be the best friend I have ever had. In other words, I'm extremely happy.

Extremely happy in most ways, except for the fact that my creative output (i.e preferred brain activity) is at an all time low. I've been in this decline for quite some time, probably since high school. Sure, there have been upswings, but the decline has been constant. Since I am at this high point in my general life, I'd now like to make up for the slack in my creative life. That's where the parrots come in.

Since my mental eagles are silent, I'm now going to depend on my parrots to jabber my eagles into action. By taking random and sometimes (more like probably) horrifying stabs at creativity, it may jump start my creative motor.

And I think I'll start here: my blog.

It seems like a fairly non-threatening place (or I will make it that way by deleting comments!! ha.) to take poorly aimed throws at my creative dartboard. Who knows? Maybe stuff will start to stick and my decline will reverse itself.

I guess am warning you: This will be a ridiculous blog filled with my inner musings, and hopefully a steadily increasing array of my creative endeavors. It will be filled with far reaching mind-mapping, things that interest me, photos, artwork, rants (some spiteful, and some retarded....oh. and long winded.), and any other droppings that fall from my brain, past my mouth, and out of my fingertips.

So, come on my baby Sun Conures, start jabbering.

("Cracker Capers" By Gil Elvgren. 1969. Oil on Canvas, 76 x 61 cm.)