Today at church my Pastor commented that my Muse must have left me, because I haven't posted in so long. It's true that it has been a VERY long time, but like I told my pastor I have had homework. My Muse has been busy helping me to write an essay on the effects of Cholera in the cells of the gut and the body. Not very nice I can promise you and will spare you all the grisly details. While I have stuffed my head full of the organelles of the cell and their functions, read and re-read about electrons, protons, and neutrons, always marveling at the incredible way that God created our body; it's been there.
As I struggle with variables, factors, polynomials it teases me with word pictures, dancing around me with words while I work. It won't let my mind rest only on numbers, but pesters me about all the stories that are waiting to be written. Then we wrestle with me coming out the winner as the alarm buzzes at a 5:40 am and I'm out the door by 7 am with my book bag. Leaving my Muse to watch from the window as I drive down the road to the place called Higher Learning.
Still here,
Naomi
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Dear One, Thank you for sharing the "amusing story" about your muse. You are a delightful writer, muse or not. I love you, Mom
(!) Now my stack of morning reads is complete, coffee has a purpose!
Come on though, you gotta love the chaos?!
If heroics was easy...
-ML
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