My parents' bookcases were filled with enchantment. They took me to far away lands, distant times, and characters I could only meet on the pages of a book. This collection was long ago distributed among my brothers and sisters. My share sits with regal disdain among my paperbacks. I didn't mind until my grandson asked me to read to him. Still young enough to be tempted to color on century old tomes, I dared not let him alone with my prized memories. But what else could I offer? Newer versions were too expensive--until I found the Internet.
Feminine consciousness, that mysterious gift which is nature inspired, is a state of mind rather than gender. Creators of both genders tap this extraordinary well to fill their soul with beauty, rising from the peaceful waters, cleansed and refreshed.
Sand sifting through fingers evokes a provocative timelessness. Mud squishing through toes brings a delicious joy on a Spring afternoon, as does the early flower or the song of nesting birds. Yet when was the last time you paused long enough to enjoy the treats created by Mother Earth?
When seeking the muse, are you a good traveler, or do you insist upon knowing the outcome of your journey? Too often, we stifle our creativity when we refuse to enjoy the adventure and concentrate only upon the ultimate destination.
Learning and success walk hand in hand, whether you define your success as financial reward or the more elusive satisfactions of a life well lived and personal goals achieved.
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