My impatient muse waved farewell and sailed to her island retreat where she plays and waits for the ferry women to bring any candidates for her services. That lazy lady swings in a hammock quite unsympathetic to my distant messages, refuses to read emails, won’t answer thought waving, and, as for snail mail, refuses to give out her address. I’ll have to call in the chief ferry woman and make my way over the sea.
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February 11, 2007 at 8:48 am
Heather Blakey
Ah! Now what a good idea Fran! We might all just have to catch another ride with those ferry women. Now that is a wonderful memory to contemplate.
February 11, 2007 at 1:13 pm
imogen88
Great image!
February 12, 2007 at 4:38 am
quinncreative
Wait for meeeeee. . . . .[running toward water]. What a great image!
February 12, 2007 at 7:57 pm
Literary Bohemian
The Muse is so aloof. She’s a woman unto herself for sure. She offers inspiration on her whim and pleasure without a thought as to the timing or our own artistic needs. However, I beleive that the more we make ourselves available to her through showing up -creative instruments in hand- the more our relationship with the Divine Lady will grow. It’s up to us to come to her. Let me know when the next ferry is.
February 14, 2007 at 10:15 am
jan2
I love it - gorgeous.