Today is one of those days where the inspiration flows freely, not an ebbing creek or a trickle of an idea but a gushing river filled with spring snowmelt. Today is also one of those days where the babe will tolerate nothing but my arms, where the dog is sick and the laundry is overdue and there is more and more and more until my hands are too full to write words of fantasy and fulfill daydreams. I feel as though I am a cup poured into endlessly, overflowing with inspiration. Each drop slips from my rim with a sigh of grief, sluicing down my skin to disappear forever. So I take a few steps here, to stand beneath welcoming green limbs, and pray that these little offerings of inspiration will drip from my body and into the earth. I pray that my muse will become seed to the soil, returning to me in springtime as bright blossoms and plump berries and all manner of unruly green things. Maybe when the gentle breeze of changing seasons tickles evergreen trees they will whisper back to me all of the words I’ve dropped at their feet. #muse #inspiration #earthing #amdaydreaming #writerlife https://www.instagram.com/p/B6OqSCwAQXu/?igshid=s3mxxge3x9cj