When I was a kid, I'd spent afternoon summers laying on a wide bamboo bed with the family, canopied by mango, java plum, and cotton fruit trees in the backyard. And when it gets hotter than usual, the elders would whistle a random tune to summon the wind. Amazingly, the wind does come and would caress us, providing a welcome relief from the heat of April.
What if you could invite creativity and inspiration the same way?
Just as whistling could draw waves of wind in, sitting down—whether you feel like it or not—to write, paint, dance, or bask in any creative endeavour could spark fresh ideas (or even get you out of a rut).