8:32) Ginny Little 04-JAN-98 18:47

but i am transfixed by my muses, writing in my head, but when pen meets paper, hand meets keyboard, it becomes invisible ink, eluding like a cleverly coy mistress. there is a ringing in my ears and i wonder if this is my body telling me to slow, deafened by chaos and deadline and pressure to perform my art. i go for a walk, drink in the sunshine, float in the womb of the warm salty buoyant sea, and the light dances with my mind. i close my eyes and float. i observe the thoughts come in and drift out. i feel the sun penetrate and soothe. i awake to light rain sprinkling over my hot skin on the beach chair, liquid sun relief. i reach for my journal.