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!
“Whether ‘tis nobler…”. But I digress. Your remark on links puzzled me. I read it as your not caring for the writing of others containing links? For this reader I prefer the links you insert near the end of your posts. Easy-Peasy way for me to immediately (Internet speeds may vary) experience the reading or song or quote and thus see why you offered it with your writing.
As for the dynamic trio, bedraggled comes to mind from the impact of “barkhowlbarkbarkbark” on their start to the day. Using bedraggled is a stretch of the original definition - to soil or wet by dragging in dirt or mud or being rained upon - where frazzled may have been closer and less archaic. Before I searched for the definition, my meandering mind wondered if the pronunciation may once have been - bed raggled! Well, of course not, but somehow fitting for sufferers of a restless night.
The attitude adjustments made by the muses was a great illustration of choosing to stay stuck or move forward. Last, magical math? The abacus emoji struck me as very old, but very real math. I often read that parents today think magical math is what their children are being taught!
Yum! 😁