Holy Hunger
How Thalia took control of the helm and paddle was a bit of a mystery.
For decades the Muses of Determination and Harmony drove, relegating The Muse of Wit, with her whimsy and passion, to the back seat.
“Typist wants a paddle board. I want a paddle board! Those old kayaks we paddle around in are uncomfortable.” Thalia shook her curls into the breeze without an ounce of shame.
“But, but… They’re still functional,” Nia protested.
Calliope looked skyward for inspiration. “Ummm… the red one leaks. Typist did have to drain a gallon of water from the vessel before sliding it into truck yesterday.”
“Where would we keep it?” Nia’s pressing reason and logic pressed.
Cal countered with, “Inflatable paddle boards fit into a backpack.”
Thalia’s expression was serene as her friends worked through the mind games of a next step.
“And the cost?” Nia asked.
“Minimal in relation to the joy it will bring…” Cal’s voice lilted on the word bring, leaving it unclear if she was making a statement or asking a question.
Nia nibbled a nail.
Cal sat down and dangled her feet in the water.
And Thalia… trusted that energy would follow her intention.
Words from Typist:
What does your spirit long for?
The soaring bird’s wings of imagination are held by the wind as the ocean draws infinity from limitation.
My Spirit longs to get my daughter up to Northern Michigan to see the Northern lights. When we are up there the lights are not. When we are down here in Louisiana the lights are in their full glory. I have only see them once or twice in my 68 yrs but when I did they were beautiful. Maybe I need to save up and take her to Finland. I believe we would have a real good chance to see them over there.
Gail please excuse my absence. I've been away on safari in Kenya and we are deep into moving house. That's left little to no time for email. It's good to catch up a bit here with you. I think a paddle board is a great idea!