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.


11 thoughts on “Vacay”

  1. 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.

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