What got me started thinking about the percolator and all its machinations was the fact that while I haven't been on the keyboard much of late, I have been thinking about it. Ruminating at night. Daydreaming in the afternoon. Pondering, considering, fancying, imaginings and more. I've been doing it all, I realized I was PERCOLATING! Yup, the deep stirrings in my heart, gut and soul were the gurglings of something that would inspire me to answer that illusive muse once more and write! (It might have been a bit of indigestion, the indigestion that comes when you suppress what should be expressed like creativity and art but I digress).
So there it is. It is percolations. I have been writing morning pages and journaling some. I have been working on photo images and the like. All of these are percolations. Whether we like it or not, we are percolating all the time. Sometimes it produces a delicious brew to stimulate the senses and get you going. Sometimes it leads to a blog, like this one, that kicks down the block that only you can move through. And on this, a rare rainy Southern California day, the muse is speaking. And I am paying attention.