Thalia held her stomach. Tears rolled down her cheeks. “It seems…,” she giggled, “… that Drawist forgot to give you arms Nia. Oops!”
“Wouldn’t have happened if you’d just given us the day off,” Calliope mumbled into her coffee cup.
“I’d rather show up armless than not show up at all. Yes… we’re messy sometimes and far from perfect.” Urania sat up straight. “Misspellings, missing dress dots, and missing arms. And we’re also reliable, dependable… filled with pluck and persistence.”
Words from Typist:
We’re late!
We’re late!
We’re late!
Okay… we’re not really late.
We don’t have to vacuum truck and wash its windows before picking up our friends. It’ll be okay if the flower pots don’t get watered until this afternoon. The muses can wear clothes that do not need the kiss of an iron.
Perfectly imperfect.
Hold on loosely, but don’t let go?
What if… There are places where you can relax your grip?
I had my "what-if I unplug" time last week visiting my sister, and it was so refreshing, I wish I could do it more often. Enjoy your unplugged day, Gail!
I love this post! I can’t possibly imagine why… 😉
But no arms? Ouch!
Interesting though, how our minds work, is a great place of inquiry and curiosity for me… 🧐🤔🧐
Urania’s armlessness gave rise to me remembering the following quote by Kurt Vonnegut who said, “When I write, ✍🏼 I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon 🖍 in his mouth.” 👄
Squirrel? 🐿
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