As I sit musing, I wonder,
where does inspiration comes from?
Everything distracts me

as I work at my desk:
the indigo flame of sunset

out my window,
a sweet furball of a dog with the bark
of Darth Vader asking for a belly rub,
the joyboy padding down the hall,
sleep in his starsize eyes,
Bach's Air on G,

wafting through my home.

My mind wanders to the fresh crusty bread
waiting in the kitchen.
The crock pot filled with noodles, chicken, carrots.
Nothing to inspire me on the page today!
Too much good to wade through in my life.
Glory be.

Thank You for my muses and the music of my life.
Please continue to rain blessings
on me and all who enter my home.