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.
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!
“The soaring bird’s wings of imagination are held by the wind as the ocean draws infinity from limitation.“ ~Typist
This caught my attention! But not nearly as much as this!
The above link was the #1 result when I typed the quote from above into Google, but without quotation marks…
And then again, just to make sure, I added these two punctuation marks. (“ “). The result was identical. One source and one source only. Yes! You guessed it, this blog, Typist’s blog, our blog,
3 Muses Merge and Typist’s “Love Letters!”
MUG: “SHHHHHHH! I’m busy doing Sunday!” 😁
Hmmm, what does my spirit long for? Can I long for something I already have? I have my best friend, my most wonderful traveling companion, my joy in laughter and silence, my comfort in sadness and loss, my wisecracking couch-mate as we watch TV shows and movies. Can I be hungry when I'm already sated?
[Also, why does "For what does my spirit long?" read better grammatically and read worse in a, "wait, dude, what are you saying?" kind of way?]