The Power of Creation

"I become part of life's creation by being willing to contribute to it's creation as well."

Eleesha

I just returned from my trip. Manchester was beautiful, and I brought them the sunshine as promised... if only for a day. I had the opportunity to meet with my friend Ryan Lock for dinner. Short night and back to Atlanta. "4" gate changes created a wonderful diversion between flights, with excellent exercise during the three-hour wait for my flight to Seattle. And I had the opportunity to meet some fabulous people that I will keep in touch with on this journey called life.

But a promise is a promise. And today I promised to write about creativity and creation, and the power within all of us. Which took me to the meaning of life. Why are we running around this earth, or flying as the case may be? What is the purpose of life? Of our existence? Our pain, and our joy...

Perhaps the purpose is nothing other than to create. 

Everything in our lives was once the spark of someone's imagination, and someone's creation. But the stuff is not as important as the lives we touch, and relationships we create along the way. One little girl and her mother left a special imprint on mine.

Walking through a terminal of thousands I stopped a young girl and said, "You need to come and be a pilot with me." I gave her wings. This was a first for me. I chat with the kids and give wings while I hang out at the gate, but not as a practice do I stop someone on a mission to their flight. But tonight I did. 

Why her?

Little did I know that her father had died in a plane crash five years ago. Mom told me they don't hang out with pilots much any more, but Elizabeth has flight suits and holds onto the dream her father once had. Her smile spoke volumes. Flying was a gift that her father had loved, and had taken him away. The amazing thing was her mother's love of life. She is teaching her daughter how to live. These two ladies are living... Not the life they had planned, but an incredible life all the same.

We had changed gates for the second time and as I walked past their gate, Elizabeth came running up to say hello again. And of course we had to take a picture together. Maybe creation is a decision to live a life of your making. Whether you paint a picture, write a book, plant a garden, have a baby, or go on living life to the fullest when tragedy strikes...

Creation is About Life.

What will you leave this world when your time is done? I know of one pilot who left a beautiful child who I am so glad to know. And Elizabeth, you will get a first edition book, "I Can, Because I Am" And this post proves one more thing, that creativity strikes with life. Get out there and live, you will have something to special to write about.

What sparks your creativity?

Enjoy the Journey!

XO Karlene