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Thalia sat back and smiled at Paintist’s daily practice. Fuzzy, smiling, colorful monsters suited her.
Calliope yawned. “That was quite a night. I wonder why we couldn’t sleep.”
Urania rubbed her eyes. “I think… ahem!… a certain muse we know and love was puffing one creative idea after another into Typist’s ear.”
“Who?” Thalia looked at her friends. “Me?”
“Yes! You,” Nia replied.
“Writing ideas, drawing ideas, painting ideas, connection ideas,” said Cal. “Finally Typist felt there was little choice but to get up and start writing them down on an index card. Then we poured through pages of notes from Typist’s worn, navy, two-pocket folder.”
“This is a day the Lord hast made… Let us rejoice and be glad!” Tal shrugged. “We can take a nap later.”
A word from Typist:
Creativity has a schedule of her own?
She works when inspired and rests when she’s tired.
One particular sentiment from Richard Rohr’s book Immortal Diamond called to me from my navy two-pocket, pulling me from my warm bed to the chilly studio.
You have nothing to be afraid of as long as you do not start or end with fear, accusation, or judgement.
No doubt… easier said than done.
But what happens when…
We begin and end our days with courage, curiosity, and creativity instead of fear or anger?