Like the sun piercing through the clouds.
My muse has returned.
A ray of light, reflected on the water.
And back from the page.
The creative: pull, drive, spark, gift, spirit….
Never really leaves us.
Although at times it can seem.
So very far away.
The utter joy of imagination.
To catch and catch- up with the next idea.
Fingers flying across the keys.
No blank screen to contemplate.
I had a feeling about 20-12.
What a nice “ring” to those four numbers.
Two months into the year and going strong.
Energy to burn and full-steam ahead!
Finding my muse.
If only it could be poured into a bottle.
And savored, slowly and lovingly.
On those parched, uninspired days.
For now, that gray, cold mindset.
Well in check.
As I focus on thoughts, possibilities and dreams.
As it should be.