she_dreams_of_her_muses sabbie i dreamt last night of a study, well built farmhouse. and i sat on the back verandah with boys whose souls i have feather.touched yet i have never seen. and as we talked and talked and talked the night through the stars crept out in curiosity to hear our conversation and the gods hovered close to listen in. i was handed a coffee in a heavy pottery mug and the company was warmer than the fire roaring insde. and we spoke of many things that night, our conversation as faceted as amythest and as we watched the sun rising over the trees one of the boys turned to me and said 'muses have many homes and yours is always welcome here.' and i glanced in the kitchen window to see my muse, hair tied up and apron on, helping with the cooking. she was up to her elbows in bread dough and the pleased and pinked and rising sun caught her eye and she winked at me and smiled. 011217 ... fyn gula and in you would come, stopping first to laugh at puppertwinkle, the chihuahua and his bark of welcome, though he would sound angry, it's his way of saying bonjour, for moments later, he will be solicting pets and affection. you would hang your coat on top of 25 others and place your docs next to 25 others, staring at collages on the walls of the foyer, perhaps noticing a quote of your own borrowed from a long ago blather post. we would lead you into the kitchen and offer you a sweetcake and a glass of merlot, or a refill on your coffee while the family of siamese would wrap their tails around your legs and hop into your lap and kiss your face. and then we would welcome you across the patchwork tile down the painted wooden stairs to the brick work and cozy fire. to where the children sing and the faeries dance and happiness is something you're given everyday. several of us would shake your hand and say we enjoy your writing and lavish you in respect and tell you how powerfully intrigued we are by your piquant words. and that is just the first five minutes. 011231 what's it to you? who go blather from