There are two kinds of creativity.
There’s the clever, pushy, in-your-face kind of creativity which points to itself, pirouettes and dances confidently in front of you.
Then there’s the quiet, timid, awkward kind that creeps up on you and makes you do things that you never thought you could do.
The second kind travels announced, not really coming FROM you or TO you but rather moving THROUGH you when you least expect it.
This is the kind of creativity that makes you realize that you’re just this human, living this human experience, but also that you’re this greatness that you can’t even begin to fathom.
The first kind of creativity has all kinds of names. Materialism. Intellectualism. Ego.
The second kind of creativity I shall simply call “Ken.”
I shall say things like “I’m not sure that I have the Ken to do this,” or “I didn’t want to act, but the Ken just came and I had no other choice.”
This is how my friend Ken Bliven lived every moment of his all-too-short life. But we can recognize the Ken in ourselves at any time and in any place.
Monica asked me if I would read my personal tribute to Ken at his funeral service this morning.
I pray that I have the Ken to do it.