I try to write
Yet, nothing comes
Too much uncertainty
Consumes my thinking
I’m left with nothing to feel
Come to me, my muse
You know what to do
I’ve nothing to give
Living in darkness
However, it all runs through me
Their pain
His fear
Her joy
Your love
My desire
I’ve nothing left to offer
Come get me
Make them all go away
Allow me to lose myself in you
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
There is nothing quite like a muse ~ they can create such magic in a day but when they are absent, they create such darkness as well. These words say it all…and also really like the photo too!
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Do you have much experience with this topic, R? You don’t have to answer. I don’t, but recently I’ve been struggling with the idea that I may have one of sorts. I do like having the inspiration around. I believe we all do. You know, when you compliment me on my photos I just cringe. Thank you for being entirely too sweet.
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For me, I consider both people and places muses ~ never really know when an idea kicks in, but I do think how we mesh with our environment triggers solutions/inspirations 🙂
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Interesting! I think you are probably right, Randall.
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Sorry he was here having tea but I have shoved him out and sent him home…………….. what can I say!!
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How about “I’m sorry he came knocking on my door?” (Glad he left you behind, Willow.) I will come by and check on your progress.
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And how’s the book coming, Audith? *whispers it*
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Slow… *how do you know*
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I sense it, I think, in one of your writing pieces. Well…that’s quite normal, you know. Writing can go dreadfully slow at times. Are you hooked up somewhere?
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I am hooked up, as you say, at the moment.
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Oh…
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Well, that was great advice.
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I sense your somewhat hesitant about telling me… Do you mind if I bother you about it?
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Ahh! I know, I’m sorry.
I don’t mind at all. You push back at me and I need that, Duke.
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Well, okay…is the book almost complete?
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No. Sadly, I’m stuck on a lesson I thought she was going to learn. Now I’m not so sure she should learn it.
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That’s fine. That’s fine. What is the lesson about?
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Do you really want to know? The idea of time healing everything. Giving time time. She deserves it, but I’m not so sure I can write about it. I’ve discovered a lot about myself writing this story. Forgiveness not being the problem, but being okay with feeling healed. I know….this is way too deep. See I told you!! Ahh.
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I understand! Audith, do what’s good for her–and hard for her. I think that’s the ticket.
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I think I agree which is why I’m struggling a bit. Should be fine. I can always have a bonfire later if I decide it stinks.
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Yes… (only after I read it…)
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(You are also very wicked to yourself, you know. Could be torture.)
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And why is that?
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You say you want to read my book, but you may think it is horribly boring. Then what?
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I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t happen. (Dickens bores me. So, if by chance that your book does, you’re in good company!)
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I guess we’ll see, Duke. ( *falls over*)
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I was feeling the same way about my music, but low and behold, I have a new song. It isn’t finished yet but I know what I’m going to say.
Leslie
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Muse to be the name of the game …?? Come on, you could do better, I dare say. 🙂
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🙂
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This rhymes, Salva.
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Then: Let the show begin! 😀
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🙂
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Damn, Aud, your muse and you is a complicated thing right here.
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You said it perfectly, Mark.
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Hmmm, sounds like your muse does more than simply write, or inspire writing. Pondering…..yes, perhaps mine does too.
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It is very hard for me to explain, Starr. But yes, if I had my way there would be much more going on. xx
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Mm hmm.
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♥
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