Packing for a trip

to Venice Beach this weekend. I think my husband is tired of my whining about how hot it still is, so he is taking me to the ocean, the Key West of California. This is the place where I will get my feet wet and soothe my soul, smell the salt water, feel the breeze, play and watch people.

The ocean is my personal "Heart"land. I plan to drink in this elixir and savor it as it nourishes me and re-hydrates this Pisces fish. It's been too long since I have been near salt water. Maybe I can find my muse. Maybe all she needs is a little water to grow again.

There is a festival planned for Sunday, I am looking forward to it. Mingle with artists, listen to music and enjoy my element. I have such high hopes for this trip. I hope this jaunt is what I need to spark my creative fire again.

Misplaced Muse

I've misplaced my muse. I don't know where I put it, or if it ran away. Maybe it's in hiding, waiting for the weather to break, like I am.
I've looked in all the usual places, my indoor jewelry studio, my outdoor glass studio, under my bed, in the closets, even in the books I use for inspiration. It has vanished. No trace of it. I really miss it.
I know it can't have gotten very far, because I just had it a few weeks ago. Like most precious things, I must have set it free, hoping it would return to me refreshed and renewed. I hope it returns soon because I am really lonely without it.
Please, let me know if you see it, and ask it to come back to me. I will be more respectful of it, I promise, and will cherish it they way it deserves.