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This blog has a new name and tagline. Fl-o-w stands for Flow of words - sailing the ocean of thoughts. The ocean is a pretty big place and my sailboat is pretty small. Friday is my birthday. I will be forty five years old. Today I cut my hair. It is 158am. I am resting quietly in the dark of the corner of my room thinking and writing. I wanted to do more walking and more photography this year but that has not happened (as yet). There was a time I started designing logos. I like creating logos. Simple logos. I like designing stuff. I like building stuff. I love creating. I guess that makes me a creative. There are so many things I could be doing. There are so many things I want to do. There are things I need to do. Then there are things that I am doing. We cannot do it all, we have to pick and choose.

I like writing. My writing started with blogging. I have been blogging a long time. Oftentimes we are told to go with the flow. It does not make sense to fight the unfightable fight. But Elif Shafak says, "Do not go with the flow. Be the flow." I like that. Be the flow. Be the flower. Be the flovver. Be the lover. Be the lover of life. I imagine a single flower growing in the middle of the ocean. It is rooted in the ocean floor. My job is to find that flower. My job is to see the beauty in everything. My job is to be the beauty I wish to see. My job is to create beauty. My job is to write beautiful words. Why beautiful words? Because I have a choice and choose to. If I do not then that flower in the middle of the ocean fades away and never to be found.

It is 233am. An email just entered my inbox titled "creativity in unexpected places". Sometimes creativity does come from unexpected places. I did not expect to be changing the name of my blog today. I did not expect to be writing this blog post today. But here I am. My friend Gemini tells me that it is clear that I am embracing the fluidity of inspiration, navigating the vast ocean of my thoughts with my small but purposeful sailboat. I have not talked about my sailboat. I should name my sailboat. I will call it Ocean Flower. Rumi said, "You are not a drop in the ocean. You are the entire ocean in a drop." This has me thinking, "I am not a flower in the ocean. I am the entire ocean in a flower." And just like that it has started raining. The rain flows where the flower grows. I wonder, if we cannot go to the ocean, the ocean comes to us in the form of rain. I like how the word shower rhymes with flower. A shower of rain for the flower that is my brain, that is the refrain of the song the ocean sings.
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