So, I've been thinking about how this all got started with me....this "creating things."
And I've realized that it all began in my veins. Which goes quite well with the name of my little work here "Unearthed Roots." Discovering, Living who I am. God created me. He created this entire world. He creates every day. He is a Creator. I believe He loves it. He must. I think I get it most from Him.
My gramma is a crafter. She loves to create with her hands. When I was eleven and flew on a plane to visit her in Michigan by myself for the first time, I was able to sleep in her craft room. I will never forget what I observed and how inspired I was. There was a Feeling of creative flow there. I think I get some of mine from her.
As for the practical creations (laundry soap? play-dough?) well that very well may come from the other side of my family which in my opinion is mixed with Settlers and possible Indian heritage? I'd LOVE to research that. The more I create, the more I discover. My roots are in the Ozark Mountains, Twin Lakes, and from their flowing Rivers. My roots are in Germany and in Michigan. My roots are in the creative possibilities! Yet I am not rooted in this world. My roots are in Him, my Creator. He is the Source from which I truly grow from.
Completely amazes me.
So....here's to creating and roots!
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