RE-CENTERED

I leave the stresses of the day behind me as I step out my door. The telephone, the possible writer’s block, the frustrations over my latest recipe, marketing materials… all of it just floats away with the breeze as I feel the sun caress my skin and take in the endless sand beach. I walk to the water’s edge, the wind combing its fingers softly through my hair. I dig my toes in the sand as the water kisses my feet, with rolling waves and white froth. The salty tang of ocean air coats my tongue.
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​I walk along the beach, each step bringing me farther from my troubles and more into the moment. The day is perfect, the sky a deep blue and the warm air blowing all of my thoughts from my head. I am more present in the now than I have been in months. This is my home. My place to get in touch with myself… The one place where nothing can touch me... Where I feel free. ​

As I enjoy the sharp cry of the gulls and the children playing in the sand, my characters come back to me and we pick up right where we left off… like old friends. I think I’ve found my muse.

How do you get in touch with your muse? 

Michelle