Of late I have been wrapped up in a campaign to rebuild my nest. And what a nest it had become. I began by sorting and cleaning out drawers earlier this year. Then I ruminated on all the "stuff" I have accumulated after 30 years in this house of mine. I think truly my muse was feeling cramped. Finally it said "Enough! I hereby inspire you to get on the stick! Yes, writing and blogging and capturing images and having fun is very, very important to the soul and the spirit, especially to a creative type as you aspire to be. But I need room to breathe. I need a place to relax and reflect and do all the things a muse must do to inspire you."
So I heard the voice of the muse. Loud. Clear. And without hesitation I dove into the project my muse wanted me to do. And so it goes. I have sold, given away and thrown out stuff I had been hanging onto for years and years and years. Things that obviously did not serve me and were of no use to anyone else stored in the garage, in a closet or even sitting out in plain site gathering dust.
And it is feeling good.
And I am cleaning, painting, renovating and more. I can hardly recognize my home sweet home and it is just getting better and better.
And so, if you have been wondering why there has not been a blog (this time) for a couple three weeks, this is why. The Muse has a mind of its own. And I must listen and make it feel welcome or it might surely fly away....maybe for good.