“And muse on Nature with a poet’s eye,” ~ Thomas Campbell
I knew before we left that day that her lovely soul had passed. I just couldn’t find the words to express the perplexity of my thoughts until I had them somewhat sorted out. By day’s end I began to think I never could, and finally told my husband what I’d been thinking about throughout our journey north. I told him the last thing my cousin had said to me (when we didn’t know how much longer his mom could hang on) as I prepared to leave town the next morning “Take her spirit with you, she loved it there”. In retrospect, I did.
Propelled by a robust wind we sailed into town at sunset, when willowy shadows embrace the waning ribbons of woodland daylight in widening spots of darkness and my shallow breath caught on the graceful acceptance; as day acquiesces the night. For a time I stood struck by the irony; the consonant passing of time and life.
The entire extended weekend consisted of cool cars and good friends, old and new. The Cavalcade of Cars was a sunset favorite as we were front row (curbside) to hear the engines purr and roar (when coaxed – grin!) as they paraded down the main strip. The next two days were reserved for strictly viewing (don’t touch) the classy paint jobs, where they’d parked in perfect rows on the golf course.
Whereas, I would have been grateful to get home and rest up from all the busyness, I had two days to prepare for court. Have you ever instigated something and then had second thoughts?
This actually fits right in with my Insecure Writers Support Group post! When all was said and done, I won the case. But it felt like I’d had too much pumpkin pie. And that’s not the worst of this crazy couple of weeks, you see, somewhere along the way I’ve misplaced or flat lost my muse! Heck of a note, huh?
I must have read a dozen posts, essays and articles on banned books in the last few weeks and have come to the conclusion that if I had a choice I’d choose banned over rejected any day since you never want to read something more than when you’re not supposed to (wink!). However, in either case it’s not over until or unless you, the writer says it is!
Write on and write well, folks!
Do you like car shows? How about court appearances? How do you coax your muse out of hiding?