A Muse at Rest

There has been little progress 

the last day or so. I’ve been 

occupied with a birthday. Mine. 

I suppose that sounds rather 

arrogant, but it’s true. Writing 

anything about epilepsy and 

my project has been set aside 

for the most part. So I’m quite 

uninspired tonight. My feet are 

up, my cat sleeps beside me 

and I’m letting my muse 

take a break. Shovelling snow 

did come to mind. It just keeps 

falling and falling from hovering 

grey clouds. A ray of sunshine 

now and then. However, snow 

is as patient as housework. The 

difference is that can snow melt. 

Inspiration is as patient. 

As my muse rests, so am I. 

“When you rest, you catch your breath, and it holds you up like water wings.”

~ Anne Lamott