Le Tour...Le Tour

Once again Chickie and I will be glued to the TV every morning watching young men in bike outfits take on the worst that France can throw at them.  This year's route is outstanding - the mountain stages will leave the sprinters in the dust.  It will be very interesting to see how many bikers actually manage to cross the finish line in Paris in a few weeks.  We get cobblestones, the Alps, the Pyrenees, and more testosterone floating above the French countryside than anyone has a right to expect.  It's wonderful.  We'll be sitting there with our sheep bells (we don't have our cowbells yet) cheering them on from the US and dreaming of the time that we will be able to afford to go to France and cheer them on in person some day.  It'll happen :-)

Ahhhh, le Peloton.  I can hardly wait!

I was thinking about creativity last night - the variety of art forms that I love to practice and the visions that I keep in my mind.  I know many people who find an art form and settle in on that for their life.  For example, I know many people who have chosen beads as their artistic media and eat, drink and sleep beads.  They have chosen the plateau of their creative media and they are happy.  I have never managed to operate that way.  I look at the plateau and see the next mountain to conquer beckoning ahead of me.  I love beads, but I also love enamel and metal and metal clay.  If I had not delved back into beads I would have continued to work with fibre arts - weaving and spinning - and would have expressed my creativity in that method.  But I can't settle on a single media.  As I choose to look through and examine one, another one falls off the back of my creative treadmill.  Do all of you walk through the fields of creativity in this fashion?  Or are you tunneled to choose one particular media to the exclusion of all others?