Okay, it’s official. I’m taking a vaca from a leaky subconscious. It’s been real (not). I’m grabbing my chair, a towel, and some shades. I’m aiming for the nearest muse and staking my umbrella into creativity’s beautiful, sandy, white powder. I’ll bask in the glow of a non-sentimental sun and just. . .be.
My beachhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!! As always…..XOXOXO
yesss! our muse!
that short entry made me wish I was sitting alongside you on that beach!
come join me!
the sun perpetually shines here
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By the title I thought you were writing about a cow = (vaca in Spanish).. hehe
Enjoy the rays as they pour into your soul.
Cheers
Ha-ha, nope! No cows around here
Thanks, I will! Cheers Alejandro!
Just being is the time when all the cracks in creativity become filled with peace, beauty, and love. Upon returning, the muses are refreshed, more energetic, and stretching into their rightful roles.
Bask and enjoy.
Awhhh. . .thanks. I need it.
That’s my favorite activity: just being:)
I agree. . .need reminders