Swirling (The Right Frame of Muse)

It is what I am doing right now...
Swirling.
My energy has been resting the past few days, needing a moment to recuperate from all the new.
But it has reappeared and is ready to eat the day, devour the morsels that are there to taste and quench the spirit.
I cannot begin to describe how gratifying it is to be writing my little novel again. It is speaking to me in little snippets of several chapters and some dialogue. Far from perfect or the finished product, but it is nice to be a conduit for that world. I have missed it and was starting to doubt if I was going to write it again. I am determined to write it and tell that tale, whatever it may become. It keeps taking odd twists and turns, but I would imagine that is to be expected. I feel that it is a living entity and I have to be in the right frame of muse to create and mold the words, expressions, plots, and locales of this epic story.

I am struggling with money and dental bills again. Yuk. But I am back at the church and returning to the Pier on Saturday and I have a Catholic Church job this weekend so I am doing all I can to get straightened away.

This time of year is always difficult for me; I walk in my old skin somedays remembering death, sadness, isolation, and being alone... but it is comforting to see that although that still resides in me, it is not the prevalent voice. There is a new one smiling through the ash, showing his power to all who want to hear...

It is a new song played by one, but with echoes of the many of my heart...

I love life.
I love writing.
I love days like this.

Dustin