Yesterday, I found daffodils pushing up through the soil, so near to bloom-time. Today, it is snowing. Yesterday, my child was peaceful and calm. Today, he is a raging torrent of scarlet-gray energy. And so, I take deep breaths. I watch the snow drift down and try to count the flakes. A crow’s cawing unlocks something in my soul. Tells me,
Oh I love how you compared the muse to spring! I've felt like this lately. I push myself to write but it's lacking a spirit that I feel is usually there
I sympathize with you so much. Sometimes our ideas are simmering below the surface, but we are unaware of them. The daily work keeps the brew cooking, and one day it will be perfect and ready to taste. Keep the faith!
Thank you for sharing these thoughts Caitlin💕 I'm waiting patiently for Spring too. The muse is sleepy, but she's near. I think we all just need those warm breezes and light rays of sun to stir her into waking✨
Oh I love how you compared the muse to spring! I've felt like this lately. I push myself to write but it's lacking a spirit that I feel is usually there
I sympathize with you so much. Sometimes our ideas are simmering below the surface, but we are unaware of them. The daily work keeps the brew cooking, and one day it will be perfect and ready to taste. Keep the faith!
Sending love❤️the waiting is hard. I’m excited for you about this project! Is it the job you mentioned?
Thank you for sharing these thoughts Caitlin💕 I'm waiting patiently for Spring too. The muse is sleepy, but she's near. I think we all just need those warm breezes and light rays of sun to stir her into waking✨