Archive for April, 2007

rain.jpgMidnight thunder growls as the raindrops drum softly outside my window. This storm is for me, coaxing me into the quiet and solitude of the wee hours so that I can be energized by the creative flow that sources me.

I’ve been remiss about gifting myself with writing time and, like a dear old friend, the blank page greets me with open arms.

I’m tempted to boil some tea and stay awhile, but am still wrestling with mind who tells me that tomorrow offers no reprieve from children and errands, appointments and meals.

But tomorrow is only an illusion — this moment is alive, roaring deeply like the storm, lighting up my soul, filling me with indescribable satisfaction.


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