"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"

"Oh, the sweet smell of lilies; they rejuvenate the soul"
Lilies were my mothers favorite flower. The sweet smell rejuvenates the soul...
"I am my mothers daughter, this I know, like the lilies of the field; I will flourish and grow"

Thursday, January 23, 2014

Where's my inspiration?

Greetings!

Hopefully, we will soon see sunshine in Chicago because the recent grey skies have not inspired me to complete my new poem, titled, "Sixth-Sense." The poem is coming along wonderfully, but I like to wake up, gaze out the window at Lake Michigan, water my plants, and gather my thoughts of inspiration in a sunlit apartment. Nevertheless, I understand it's wintertime in Chicago, and "This too, shall pass." However, I wonder if the invitation to join a particular friend in Florida is still on the table, as I am sure that he is waking up every day to sunshine and inspiration.. : -)


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