“Yaaaaaaa-hooooooooo!” Thalia’s self-shredded confetti fell to table and carpet. “The road to mastery is farrrrr from glamorous — but so worth the climb. Life-ing ISSSSSS all about the effort —” “What does one do with an idea?” Urania looked across the table at the trio’s rainbow collector. Thalia blushed.
"Rainbow Hair" is a chapter in my upcoming book.
The book's working title has shifted from Book 4 to Cancer-ing with Agency
In case you missed a click on the "kindling connections" green highlight above... Here is a link to an Instagram post created by my friend Chris Palmore -- creator of Gratitudespace.com.
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“What does one do with an idea?” 🤔
I wonder if one does with an idea the same as one does with a chance? Hmmm?
D￼oes one first begin tentatively and then, as one grows, becoming more excited, more involved, more committed, less inclined to stay inside the lines, less inclined to accept the confines of the box others might try to squeeze us into?
More ready than ever before to dance with both fear and our muses?
Ready to “wonder” out loud!
Ready to behold the ordinary... and see the extraordinary?
#Wonder #Awe #Chance #Change #Courage
What if? #WhatIfWednesday
What Do You Do With a Chance? — New York Times best sellerhttps://a.co/fH33Vu5
Sign: “If you love someone, set them free! If you hate someone, set them free. Basically, just set everyone free. Then get a dog. People are annoying.” 😁
I'd say you're basically there, Gail. 😉
Wow 🤩 A “substack redirect.” ☺️
“Gimme head with hair
Long beautiful hair
Streaming, flaxen, waxen”
From Hair: American Tribal Love-Rock Musical. Hippie speak. 🙃
Somehow the array of brightly colored scarves brought that to mind. A la:
Gimme a head with scarves
Long, colorful scarves
Brilliant, sun washed
Blowing in the 🌬
The urge to Nick can be hard to resist, even if poorly done.
Sometimes the links you provide prompt a journey into the forest. Leaving a trail of breadcrumbs! By the time I realize I’d left your blog post, the trail of breadcrumbs has thinned a bit, gobbled up by cold, winter birds! Once returned to your post this affords a fresh start! Where was I? 🤷🏽
Does your Thanksgiving day include dining with extended family? Going out to let others cook and tidy up? Maybe with a dab of butter pecan ice cream on pumpkin pie.
However that goes, keep the Muses busy! Tal could raid the candy dish when no one is looking, leading to crimson cheeks for some? You can’t disown them at this point I would think!😉