I've always enjoyed creating, whether it be art or stories. I've enjoyed creating art from a young age and have worked in a variety of schools. I adore anime & cats. Over the summer we adopted baby Tsuki/Tsukihime, my moon princess kitten.
Starlight and Stardust: Conversing with the Stars
Stars twinkled in the navy expanse above their heads, cool breeze caressing their skin. Crickets chirped in the grass around them, singing a summer symphony. Aside from the crickets, the world was blanketed in a hush, so starkly different from nights in the city. Tranquility lay thick in the air, not another soul in sight. They remained sprawled out on the plush My Hero Academia blanket, taking in the serene night sky for who knows how long, at peace with the quiet as stars continued to flicker overhead.
At the Heart of It All Work is Child's Play
I love my job because it allows me to work with so many awesome children. Kids are incredible. They’re always so genuine, and they say the darndest things. It’s always entertaining; they come up with hilarious stories and expressions. Children have a great sense of humor, embracing play and silliness that adults often end up losing in turn for seriousness. There’s a time and place for seriousness—it’s not inherently bad—but adults often seem to forget there’s a time and place for play, creativity, imagination, and silliness. Life isn’t meant to be lived so seriously. It turns rather dull when you suck the play out of it. Children recognize this and are experts at making the most of life. While my job has changed over the years, providing childcare has always been the core.
The Lone Wolf Discovers A Friend
Karissa rounded the corner, on the prowl for a quiet space to salvage the nightmare that was elementary school recess. Kids weren’t inherently bad… It’s just… the others were so, so… loud. She wrinkled her nose. Granted, she was a kid, herself, but she didn’t fit in with them. A frown marred her face as Karissa considered the “popular” kids. She scoffed at the thought. They all proclaimed to be “swimming in friends,” but those kids weren’t truly “friends” with anyone. Sweet to your face, but the instant you were gone, they’d trash-talk you like no other. From the shadows she’d seen it happen to all the “supposed friends.” Karissa huffed in disgust. If that’s what “friendship” was, she wanted no part of it. It was a waste. It was distasteful. It was so fake. Ugh. She couldn’t believe she was the same age, let alone the same species, as them. Finding a secluded spot to peacefully read instead was infinitely better. The other kids’ antics and schemes gave her a headache.
Every Experience Has A Silver Lining
Karissa huddled inside her thick, poufy coat, trying to curl into the small pocket of warmth it provided. Shivering, she couldn’t believe what Serena had coaxed her into this time. The wind bitterly blew frosty gusts at them, thrashing them disrespectfully with biting cold. Karissa enjoyed cooler weather; a pleasant fifty or sixty degrees was purely divine. This—this wasn’t cool. This was bone-chilling, mind-numbing cold that seeped its icy clutches into your very being. Karissa shuddered. It wouldn’t have been so bad without the wind chill. It might have even been tolerable. Karissa just did not do extreme temperatures. Serena’s logic had been that it was winter everywhere in the US, so why not go on a trip? It would certainly break up the monotony of everyday life.
The Winds of Fate Decide
Cresting the large hill, crisp, white snow crunched beneath their boots. The wind whipped their faces with biting cold, but it was invigorating rather than bitter. Puffs of warm air escaped from their lips, floating and mingling with the sharp, night air—their breathing the only sound breaking the surrounding silence. Eyes wide, they drank in the scenic sky before them. Lights danced overhead, greens swirling and twirling with wispy pinks and blues. Aurora Borealis: the Northern Lights; vivid colors twisted and whirled, spreading across the vast sky. It had been a long hike out in the cold, winter, Alaskan wilderness, but it was worth it. Whimsical, green lights reached across the night sky like marbling on canvas. Humans could create breathtaking works of art, but they paled in comparison to nature’s natural splendor. The sight before the two friends put all the famous art masterpieces to shame, each moment bringing a new myriad of colors to life in the expanse of the midnight sky. Breath caught in their throats, they stared in wonder. A hush blanketed the snowy landscape as they marveled at the exquisite sky lights.
Living Authentically: Work Is Child's Play
“Rini, come look at this!” a small voice called out from the other room. Serena padded into the playroom up to the craft table, smiling at the scene before her. Terry, one of the kids she babysat over the summer, beamed up at her, proud of her latest creation. Serena could tell she had been quite busy. Colored sand, paint, glue, and paper scattered across the table’s surface, her finished products lay in the center of the chaotic mess. Terry had created several pieces of art using the different supplies. Serena enjoyed the wide array of colors, shapes, and lines. Some might write it off as “sloppy,” but Serena could see Terry had fully immersed herself in the creative process. It was obvious she put her whole heart into creating.
Surprise Hidden Amongst the Flowers
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, tree branches swaying in the gentle breeze. Dandelion fluff floated along leisurely through the air, and the sound of cicadas creating summer ambiance. Serena stretched from where she leaned against the willow tree in the park. Sitting out in nature was the best—soul-soothing. A blissful sigh escaped her lips.
Sea Gazer and Deep Diver
Sunlight sparkled off the rolling, blue waves, seagulls squawking and soaring overhead in the salty, sea breeze. Karissa clutched her oversized sunhat, preventing it from being swept away, and adjusted her sunglasses. Sunshine warming her skin, she breathed a blissful sigh and stretched out on her beach towel. She wiggled her toes in the warm, white sand. This was paradise. They had found a quiet stretch of beach, and it was absolutely serene—they were practically in their own little world.
Special Delivery: A Mystery Package Appeared
The morning started as usual. Karissa woke up with a long stretch and yawn, rolling her shoulders and rousing from slumber’s grip. Sunlight crept into her bedroom from behind her curtains, birds chirping outside and greeting the new day. Karissa appreciated this peaceful stretch in the morning. No matter what chaos appeared later in the day, this calm time was hers, and she wouldn’t trade it for anything. Heading to the bathroom to wash her face, she patted her white cat, Mitsuki, on the head in greeting. Mitsuki cracked a blue eye open with a slight “mew” before flicking her black-tipped ears, snuggling back to sleep. Mitsuki appreciated quiet, serene mornings, too; it was part of the reason the two meshed so well.
Embrace the Creative Process: Staying Creative Feeds the Soul
I’ve always enjoyed being creative ever since I was little, often drawing or creating stories. Writing and art have always been my favorite classes in school. I took many art electives in high school, mainly focusing on 2-D media like drawing, as I enjoyed doodling and sketching my favorite characters. I’ve always adored stories, whether inventing my own or reading others’ (many summers I would read at least one book a day). As I moved on to college, studying art education, I began delving into the realm of 3-D media. I probably took around ten ceramics courses as well as a handful of collage jewelry courses and a fibers class. Getting into the creative zone always calms my mind and soothes my soul. The rest of the world and life’s hectic demands melt away. Thoughts drift in and out of my awareness, and it’s when I’m in this zen state of just being that inspiration and insight emerge. Flashes of intuition strike, often suddenly, crystal-clear, like it should have been obvious all along. While activities like “Netflix and chill” are nice for relaxing, it just isn’t the same as mindfully crafting something. There’s just something that such activities lack. Creating mindfully and intentionally is truly fulfilling.
This One Takes the Cake
Life was strange. It was full of surprises. They often declared, “Expect the unexpected.” Karissa typically remained unfazed by the curveballs life occasionally threw her way, but nothing prepared her for the scene she found before her that day in her friend’s kitchen. Upon opening the door, the potently sweet scent of chocolate swam through the atmosphere, caressing her senses. It hung thick in the air. As soon as she crossed the threshold, she hit the heavy wall of the decadent aroma. She warily eyed the scene before her. There sat her friend, Serena, perched upon the granite counters next to a chocolate cake. She hummed merrily, legs crossed, in appreciation of her creation, eagerly anticipating the first bite.