7:42 PM Looking out the window next to the computer, I can see a slender "fingernail" moon. There's a bit of a snow ring around it. The weather report is calling for sleet and icy rain tonight. Nice change from snow!

Where Has the Muse Gone? I used to think writers who talked about their "muse" were just showing off. Now I'm not sure about that. I have had dry periods when even my poor poetry is hidden, and try as I may, I can't even whip off a haiku. Then, for some reason, it just begins to flow and I can't take a walk without haiku invading my brain. And when this phenomenon lands a direct hit, I find myself turning those little haikus into actual poems with ease. Oh, I don't mean I don't have to work at polishing the poems, but they do come to me readily. This is one of those dry periods. Sitting here, looking at that silvery sliver, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING even creeps into my brain, never mind invading it. I hate these times. I don't know how to catch those errant thoughts that must be flying around my head. The THOUGHTS don't even come, never mind the words to express them. I know I write my best poetry (such as it is) when I have someone who likes to read it and comment on it. (So, tell me, is that the Muse?) Just now, there is no one in my off-line life that cares about anything I write, and no one who is even remotely interested in anyone's poetry. Sometimes in the early morning, when I am reading Morning Prayer at this computer, prayers will pop into my head. This is the closest I get to anything poetic. I try to capture them, but am not always successful. I have noticed that when I am writing a lot of poetry, then I am stimulated to read a lot of it. I wonder if it would work the other way around? I'd like to read poetry that relates to someone's spiritual journey. If I ever get to the library in Big Town, I'll have to search the catalog. Maybe Mrs. Priest has some ideas in this vein. Meanwhile, I'll just sigh and wish I had something to say about that tiny crescent hanging in the dark sky. Other than it's beautiful. Life is good (even if I can't be poetic about it); Thanks be to God. Amen

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