Scanning the Horizons
Cal’s glassy eyes gazed into her mug.
Thalia was a puddle of muse on a chair.
Urania slowly turned from side to side and the whole studio popped along with the sticky tendons and ligaments in her back.
Stifling a yawn, Tal mumbled, “Barkhowlbarkbarkbark!”
“And those dreams!” Cal uttered.
“Full moon!” said Urania. “Not enough exercise!” Tal exclaimed. “Too much exercise!” Cal countered. “Too hot!” Urania grumbled. “Too cold!” Tal shivered.
The muse’s opinions tumbled and tripped one into another.
The Muse of Harmony started to hum.
“Is that Don’t Know Why by Norah Jones?” asked Thalia.
Cal nodded. “Truth is we don’t know why… Isn’t it?”
And in an instant, stress floated out of the studio’s window where it danced and dissipated with the breeze.
The muses grinned at one another with a look that said, What’s the possibility that this is?
“So the experience of a restless night wasn’t great,” sighed Urania, “… and the reality of now is we’re fine, resilient even.”
“Hmmmm… I read somewhere… might’ve been in Flourishing Fictions… that the human brain is still evolving away from its survival based instincts — where it sees even little hiccups as survival threats,” said the Muse of Wit.
The Muse of Determination winked at Thalia’s clever mention of Typist’s book and all three broke into giggles.
“Housekeeping!” Urania bellowed.
“We’ve been noodling what we can do for our subscribers who’ve tossed sustenance into Typist’s baking ingredient fund. Muses work better with treats,” Thalia teased.
“We offer sincere gratitude,” said Cal. “Here’s what we’re going to experiment with…”
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“We’re really curious to experiment with this one — well aware of the transformative power of magical math… Let’s play!” Cal’s smile crinkled the skin around her eyes.🧮
4.) Sundays… We all rest.
“As Miss Frizzle told her students on The Magic School Bus — ‘Take chances, make mistakes, and get messy!’” Cal shared.
“I just LOVE The Friz!” exclaimed Thalia.
Ooooh… Just a couple more things:
Over on Born Free Newsletter, Typist is going to start thanking the collaborators who wrote six-word-stories or Haiku for the chapter graphics.
And a question… Typist prefers reading pieces that are not littered with links — She finds links distracting and understands she can take responsibility for a quick search if curiosity is tugging on her sleeve. Recognizing you might feel different, please drop an opinion in the comments.
To link or not to link? That is the question!