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4 Reasons Why You Need a Creative Community

When you’re an artist you discover that support is crucial if you plan to turn your passion into a career. Sure, you can find an abundance of love and support from any number of family and close friends, but the backing of those who can truly empathize with the struggle of honing your craft is particularly special.

They just get it. And they get it because they’ve walked the proverbial mile in your shoes.

But beyond that, they provide more than mere understanding. A community of creative, likeminded people serve as an incubator, assisting you in the hatching of your abilities. This is why I believe that all writers, painters, musicians, entrepreneurs, etc., should make an effort to devote quality time to be in the presence of a creative community; if for no other reason than to chat over a latte or brunch. And in doing so, you will find that…


I can recall numerous occasions when I would go on a blogging hiatus – either out of pure laziness or an overwhelming schedule – only to hear a friend comment during the course of a conversation, “So, I see you haven’t been blogging lately. Why is that?” Their stern tone would immediately send me running to my pen and notebook. A strong creative community will hold you accountable to your passion. Like a gym buddy, they aren’t afraid to scold you when you haven’t been working in a while.


Lost Myself: A Poem

Lost MyselfPhoto Credit: Jessie Tayy Photography

When I found you, I lost myself.
And when you were long gone, well, so was I.
I yearned for you strongly and without hesitation.
It was a deep desire incapable of being ignored or tuned out.
Refraining had been removed from my understanding
like a page being torn from Webster’s.

I dove right into the deep end of a disastrous romance,
not realizing the potential dangers that lingered beneath the surface.
Once I was under, there was no coming up
no matter how much I clawed at the water above me.
I was drowning in infatuation
and you were the cement blocks causing me to sink.

This Morning I Said a Prayer

Vigil for Kalief BrowderPhoto taken at vigil for Kalief Browder

This morning I said a prayer. It wasn’t filled with the usual laundry list of things I need God to fix for me, like my checking account balance or my increasing temper on the NYC Subway.

Instead, I said a prayer much like the ones I recited as a child. I prayed for peace.

I asked God for the joy that was promised to come in the morning, and not another news headline about senseless violence at the hands of hateful individuals. I also asked for compassion and empathy in the hearts of those who turn their attention away from those who are hurting.

At times I miss the days, especially before social media, where perhaps ignorance was bliss and some people had a bit of mystery to them; when you didn’t know a coworker’s opposing political stance, or that your high school classmate was a bigot all along.

Facing Your Flaws: Getting Personal with Jessie

We love to show off our good side, usually because we like to impress others. But what about the other side that we hide? The “ugly side,” which holds anger, depression, or unhealthy habits. In this video, I open up about my problems with anger and how I learned the reasons behind my behavior.

— Jessie Tayy

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Relational Beings


Much like Gabrielle Union’s character in Being Mary Jane, I am what you could call a quote hoarder.

If something said by a friend, family member, or even a stranger on the train resonates with me, I quickly jot it down. This is why carrying a notebook everywhere I go has proven to be a beneficial practice.

On the blog (and Instagram) I will begin sharing some of the cool words of wisdom or insight that I collect day to day. I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

Tara Pook

Immerse Yourself in Creativity


As Lemon Anderson’s play ToasT came to a close, the actors lined up for a final bow, as the intense emotions of the final scene was still etched on their faces. I too sensed the goosebumps on my arms in the small intimate Public House Theater in the East Village, as the audience enthusiastically applauded the cast’s gripping performance; especially that of Hill Harper, Keith David, and Phillip James Brandon.

As I cheered and hollered, I felt what I could only describe as a surge of inspiration.

I’ve been around a lot of creative energy lately, and I love it. From witnessing the fruit of the labor of artists from actors to writers to musicians, I come away more and more encouraged. Seeing people love and excel at what they do for a living lets me know that it’s possible for me also. I can relate to the passion in a singer’s eyes as they hit the perfect note on stage, and I can sense the gentle care of the artist’s strokes as they accurately portray an emotion on canvas.

I empathize with their experience because my senses tingle and my lips smirk as my thoughts and emotions converge to form the right words on paper.