Sometimes I think of the people, the quiet ones who write, draw and create.

Comfortable in their favorite places, with their tools, with their minds pouring, their hearts open.

I know that space and that feeling so well. I am a quiet one too.

I wonder, is that space, the creative heart and mind, is it shareable? Or is that where we stay, alone, because there's no way to be truthfully perceived?

Should our creativity be our secret?