It’s official, you are my muse. I haven’t written in months, not since you’ve been gone. Not letters, nor rants. Not poetry, nor posts. For that matter, I haven’t read much lately either. And the silver strands are hiding too, barely visible, hardly felt. The sense of interconnectedness, of being led, of alignment – muted. For now.
Though my words lie fallow, my pictures ripen in abundant harvest. So much beauty. So much awe. Wonder. Love. They are what I have to give this moment, as summer winds to an end.
I miss you.
Kawagama Lake, Dorset ~ July 2017