It's been another one of those days today where nothing much has happened. I'm impatient right now to see things moving forward. There seems so much to do and yet I know it's impossible for all those things to happen overnight. What I'm wanting is to achieve at least one thing a day, but that's an impossible goal. Sometimes there are periods of inertia we just have to give in to. These periods are well timed interludes to rest and reflect. When I get impatient I know I need to surrender but sometimes that's easier said than done.
During these times I waste no time telling him. I know it's okay for me to tell him exactly how I'm feeling. I'm not under any pressure to be upbeat all the time. It's so amazing to have him in my life, he always knows exactly the right thing to say, and they're not just lines. He listens to every word I say and always tells me it's okay and that he feels that way too sometimes. Just talking it out tonight has inspired me to get on with some stuff I've put on a backburner for a little while.
I start a lot of creative projects and go at them with gusto until I lose interest. It's not a problem, creative stuff can be returned to at any point, in fact it's better to wait until inspiration comes than plug away at them reluctantly. I plan to start a new project tomorrow, after I've completed the second lesson of my home study course, which has been languishing in a folder on top of my wardrobe. The first lesson only took just over an hour to complete and I passed with flying colours, so no reason to put off the next one ... and there's a way to go after that ... 20 lessons in all.
After that I plan to write ... delayed gratification, saving the best 'til last. I have no idea what I'll write, I need to do some research first, but I'm fired up to do it because my muse has inspired me, yet again.
I stood outside in the garden earlier. The moon looks full, but it's actually on the wane and at it's fullest last night. That will account for the strange mood surrounding me right now, not just me, but everyone around me. A waxing moon always unsettles, he is a moon-child, born on the night of a full moon and is always at his best around that time. How perfect for me!
The trees behind my garden form a silhouette of a letter J against the sky. The moon sat just inside the downward curve of the J, so bright and brilliant I couldn't think of anything else whilst I stood staring at it.
J is for July, J is for Joy, J is for Just Being!
Angel has spoken ... thank you for listening! 
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ceecee1952
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Jul 7 @ 8:09PM
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ahh isn't it wonderful to have found your inspiration and to have that relaxed way.
nice read
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1frantastic
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Jul 7 @ 8:31PM
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so nice angel...write away.....wish my inspiration and hope for better had not abandoned me...I was beginning to come out of my cave....life is not what we expect it to be...it is what it is......   
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Borty
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Jul 7 @ 10:29PM
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It was raining here ...dark grey clouds...even the cat didn't want to go out.
Then suddenly around 4pm the sun burst through and has stayed out.
Everything is a different color of green, the birds are still wet and rather sluggish.
Lots of people out and about ...I try to run over them on my electric bkie...makes for a rather spirited exchange of sounds....  things like ...oh my gawd...here comes old man Bort..run for yer lives....sorta thang....
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Herodotus
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Jul 8 @ 1:31AM
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Not so long ago it was a search Now two have become one and all you are searching for is a home together Its not so far now The beginning is within sight Its all dwonhill from here
Without this time you will not fully appreciate being together for a life time
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dizzydoll
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Jul 8 @ 11:04AM
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and its such a privilege being someones muse... 
i have a poet friend who calls me his muse  , its the nicest title i have ever been given  .
you are an excellent writer, how about a book.... a love story, women love love stories 
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misschoos
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Jul 8 @ 12:23PM
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~*~
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