All who wander
Tiny red clover mites scurried indecisive paths across Typist’s morning notes. The unlucky became skid marks.
“To some… our scribe’s hand is really big!” Cal said. “Remember… What is small to the bear looms large to the ant.”
“And that’s why we stay open to new ideas and experiences,” Nia replied. “So that we continue to grow our perspectives. Roaaaar!”
Thalia’s eyes grew wide. “Roaaar? Nia! You’re letting your inner child out to play? How wonderful!” The Muse of Wit looked at Wednesday’s empty calendar square. “What are we going to do today?”
“Kayak?” Cal suggested.
“Too hot.” Nia fanned herself with Typist’s journal. Unsuspecting clover mites took a ride they didn’t pay for.
“Bowling?” asked Tal.
“Meh,” Nia replied. “Let’s do something different.”
Calliope scrolled the movie theater listing. “How about if we see Small Town Wisconsin? The film has won a lot of awards… and Typist might like seeing her home-state on the big screen.”
“Ahhh… inspirational possibilities!”
Questions from Typist:
Does the world have to behave for us to live joyfully?
Has the world ever behaved?
I’m stopping by a local screen printer today to learn more about how the muses will meld with cotton… or a cotton-poly blend.
And… I’m watching my thoughts swirl as tomorrow’s infusion draws near.
There’s about a 50-50 split between I don’t wanna go and I got this.
Doing my best to engage and multiply the thoughts that serve me.