And she's not always around, is she? I'm not really sure how to bring her out--I know I get pretty serious and goal-directed a lot of the time. Sometimes I play word games that shift my thinking. And you know she's in that soup somewhere! xxox
The older woman's love is not love of herself, nor of herself mirrored in a lover's eyes, nor is it corrupted by need. It is a feeling of tenderness so still and deep and warm that it gilds every grass blade and blesses every fly. It includes the ones who have a claim on it and a great deal else besides. I wouldn't have missed it for the world. - Germaine Greer
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Wonderful picture...I can relate to that right now.
And she's not always around, is she? I'm not really sure how to bring her out--I know I get pretty serious and goal-directed a lot of the time. Sometimes I play word games that shift my thinking. And you know she's in that soup somewhere! xxox
drink the soup, imbibe the muse, and all will be well.
that's what I was told when i was a child.
Maybe we can get inspiration out of frustration? Our unrequited love for the Muse inspires brilliant poetry, sometimes...
@Friko- I do like the advice you received as a child. Slurp, slurp....
@Kim- It's fun to create your own words in the soup, as I did, at the website shown. I hope your muse wants to play soon!
@Margaret- The serious thing? I relate right now. My muse must hate serious. I'll give her a little space then search more...
@RB- Wonderful question and comment. :)
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