Something from nothing...
“Cal?” Thalia whispered. “Have you put a kink in our cord?”
“What?” Calliope squinted and shrugged.
“Urania?” Thalia persisted. “Have you plugged our pipes?”
“Most certainly not!” The Muse of Determination replied.
“Well then why on earth are we wholly without wit, wisdom, or words to share?” Thalia quietly questioned her fellow muses.
“We are?” Cal and Nia looked at one another.
“Looks like Typist is typing words to me,” said Calliope.
“Me too,” said Nia.
“Oh… Something from nothing,” Thalia relaxed the clench of her jaw. “Whew!”
A word from Typist:
There is a doe nosing for treats underneath leaf debris outside my window. She looks thin. I wonder if she has a fawn hidden nearby?
Henrietta snuffles in her sleep — cozy on my bed.
And my companion, the wall clock, ticks its comforting tock.
This morning I picked up a book that a friend sent me almost a year ago. I’ve transferred What’s in the Way Is the Way from one stack of books to another…
Oh! Another doe just appeared!
… and today I was ready to learn more about what Mary O’Malley has to say. The chapter where I left my bookmark talks about fear. The author offers a list of eight spells (perceptions that are not true) that keep us separate.
I am separate from Life.
Life is not safe.
I must control Life.
I must do it right.
I am not doing it right enough.
Because I am not doing it right, I am wrong.
I am unlovable.
I am all alone.
Over the weekend, between naps and trips to the bathroom, my storyteller was raising a ruckus with I am not doing it right enough and I am all alone… even though I know both of those are untrue.
There are does and dogs, friends and family… all of you who hear me…
Why is it so easy to forget?
*Thanks RB for the book. It’s speaking to me loud and clear.