It started the morning I decided to visit Muddy Waters (Coffee House) in Burlington, Vermont. I was told by the locals that if I was looking for a quiet place to write and enjoy a good cup of java, this was the place. I entered into a few different level rooms containing booths, cozy benches and chairs. After ordering an Iced Machiatto, I settled into a nice corner bench adjacent to a bookshelf. It was quiet, the perfect seat to get some reading done. My reason for spending a quiet morning here was to work through a few more chapters in The Artist's Way. (Julia Cameron's ~ Guide to Inspire Artists). Upon looking around, I noticed that there was a small, rolled up piece of paper tucked away in the brick wall behind me. At first, I was not sure whether to take it out and read it, or not. Perhaps I have seen too many "Candid - Punked" like shows, and someone was watching my every move. Pushing these paranoid thoughts aside, I reached over, read it and I was elated...
Love, Love, Love!! Your blog is so inspiring.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deborah - Means so much to me ... Xx
DeleteLove this -- the picture and the words. I love the idea that each day gives us an opportunity to grow and build on the day before. Such a simple post, but such hidden depths. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim -- Just some thoughts I have had lately -- A few lines that I wanted to share with others ... Thanks for visiting & commenting!
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