From my 2011 archives…
An idea eludes my pen … skips sullenly into shadowy places where I cannot go, and refuses to be teased back into the light. Some days it’s like that. I sigh, resigned, and move on to hunt down a fresh one.
In the newness of my exploration I bemoan the continued barrenness. Where to go from here? Eyes closed, mind emptied, I search among the rough, undefined thoughts, until in the most unlikely of places, a tiny idea blooms.
Wild Strawberry
How it arrived and survived without nourishment or nurture is a mystery but I focus on it with thanksgiving, and begin writing again.
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Sometimes we look in the wrong places for inspiration. Do you always find your ideas in emotionally rich surroundings? Or do they also reveal themselves in bleak landscapes?
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MUSINGS 
I’ve been inspired off and on for some time now. Lately, I find if I go outside, sit in the shadow of the sun and admired God’s creations, I feel this slowly creepy sense of excitement. My muse is sneaking back. Lovely post, Carol. You really are feeding my imagination.