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...
Even though I am not on Facebook at this time...I still read your blog and love your poems. That is how I feel this time of year including the purring to my side.
ReplyDeleteBlessings to you and enjoy the season.
Deborah
Thank You So Very Much, Deborah - Blogger is giving me difficulty responding to you - Hoping you receive this comment - Thank you for making my day, Enjoy this Beautiful Season - It is truly never long enough for me!
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