moxie
Thalia placed each pearl on studio’s table as she pulled them from Typist’s jean jacket pocket —
poop bag
three circular dog treats
lightly used tissue
red maple leaf
and — a small white rectangle — reminiscent of a fortune cookie treasure.
The Muse of Wit smiled as she read tiny crimson letters arrayed in energizing order.
She handed the note to Nia who —
read the sentiment and with lightening speed traveled the path from where they’d been to where they stood. Her imagination danced with what might come next. She gifted Tal a nod and extended the inspiration to Cal who…
delighted in the harmony that had taken much patience and practice to master.
A pound of pluck is worth a ton of luck.
Words from Typist:
Readers…
You have greatness inside you.
Find it. Explore its cracks and crevices. Know it. Embrace it. Then… Use it.
The world is waiting for you!
T-shirt: “Bigfoot is sometimes confused with Sasquatch… yeti never complains” 😁
Your sketch is lovely, but the sketch + stones + pencil + black background gave me a happy feeling for some reason. 💚 Your photographic compositions are coming along beautifully!
The power of today’s post left me feeling like my second cup of Java just kicked in! Were the cat tracks left from the kitty dancing to Daphne Willis’ music? How did Tal sit still if that was playing in your studio?
The ending exhortation in today’s love letter to readers was, was dynamite.