Returning the Muses are jubilant! They have taken
great pleasure in their long holiday. They
laugh and clamor about for attention. Peals
of laughter, giggles, and spontaneous acts of exploration and fun have returned. An air of lightness has been breathed into
the abyss and brought life into a once dying soul.
do not blame them for taking a long hiatus. If I were one of my muses I too would have
taken a long much needed vacation. It is difficult to inspire someone in a
constant negative space. A black hole
tends to suck the light and life out of the atmosphere. Are you a black hole?
am glad they returned in time to see the fall colors, which I am enjoying as
well. This week has the promise of an ‘Indian
Summer’. What a tonic that will be!
First fruits of their return and inspiration, a poem:
Breathe deep the cool
air of autumn.
Exhale the gloom.
Breathe deep the
Laugh with the full
Rest in a warm blanket
of fall leaves until the last quarter moon.
I pray comfort and peace for those who have recently suffered the loss of a loved one. I have spoken to several people within the last week or so who are grieving. I understand because I grieve.
The loss of a beloved is difficult to put into words. They are missed beyond description. We have a beloved family member who has been gone for more than twenty years and the loss feels like yesterday.
May you find comfort from those gathered around you.