Deviating from my routine route to work the other day, I discovered these sweeties just one door up from the corner bicycle shop. They were on the inside looking out, but wanting to be with me. I was on the outside looking in, wanting to be with them. My mind raced with thoughts, stories and fun...all the things I could be writing from here at the moment, but haven't. I believe that when the time is right, I will write more creatively. The writing messages come to me...sometimes in the voice of an old friend who has passed on, sometimes sitting in my barn or on my terrace, or once loud and clear riding the #1 yellow metro line in Paris between the Hotel DeVille and Chatelet. Afterall, isn't much of the process of writing in the living? Maybe it's time for me to step further off the beaten path to listen and DO!
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