Speaker 1: Creativity is an addiction, unplugged because we will always say
yes to creativity, totally uncut because we all make mistakes.
So turn it into a tool. This is arrow unplugged.
I had the most bizarre dream last night. It featured
a tennis court net on the edge of a very
steep hill. Only half of the tennis court was made
of regulation clay. The other side was one hundred percent
natural forest. Listen. I have no clue as to what
this represents. I did see it as an art piece,
not to be played on, but rather enjoyed to see
separated worlds, man's desire to play the game of tennis
and nature's warm ability to maintain a forest. Picture it.
Each side of the net requires attention and dedication. The
lines drawn upon the clay create boundaries, whereas the forest
remains untamed, especially the hill on the other side. But
what was the message in the dream? I don't play tennis,
but my life is blessed with an inner city celebration
of trees to which we pruned yesterday? Was this dream
the trees speaking with me? But what did I learn?
Were they upset that I pruned the trees? And inside
their stories it was like, Oh, so you want to
put some beauty in your life, like the human other beings.
You want us to look great, but you don't want
us to look natural. Could be? Could be? I just
know that trees speak. Hey, Sarah, this is the daily Mess,
a chronological walk through an everyday world. I am a
daily writer. Stuff like this gets onto the page because
I'm trying to understand the messages that are constantly moving
through each and every one of us. You can't deny
your thoughts. Seventy thousand thoughts enter you every single day.
Which ones are you paying close attention to? This is
the daily Mess. John Denver once sang a song called
some Days are Diamonds, Some Days are stones. Yeah. I
had to look at the lyrics because my interpretation is
based on John, or the songwriter, having a shattered heart
or a shattered dream. Knowing what you once had makes
you a use to be. Some days are diamonds, some
days are stone. John sings about the image in the mirror.
There's always a story in that moment. That image in
the mirror, no matter how great or bad, happy or sad,
that image in the mirror knows of your entire journey
and through choice. It says nothing. But what would you
like the mirrored image to say to you? What if
you were granted three mirrored image hugs in one lifetime,
would you use them up or keep them held back
for other times of change and challenge. If some days
are stones, what's inside the stones? Break it open? Lord knows.
When I was a kid, we would break those rocks
open to see if there was an egget in there.
We would want to see the collars on the inside
of that stone. I was always saddened by the sandstones
of the Palisades of the Yellowstone, which we called the
rims in Billings, Montana, because when you broke into the sandstone,
which are ancient cliffs from ancient oceans, there was nothing inside,
not even a fossil. So I was always disappointed, not
in the mountain or the stone, but myself. My recklessness
destroyed something that has been there for millions of years.
Some days are diamonds, some days are stones. What if
the mirrored image could reach out and turn your stone
into a diamond. I'm Marrowl and that's the daily mess