Sometimes the muse abandons us in our quest to create. We say we are going through a desert, devoid of ideas, lacking inspiration, bereft of dreams. There is life if you are observant. To avoid the heat animals burrowing underground where the earth is cooler. They alter their lifestyle by adopting nocturnal habits. Plants develop spines for protection, deep roots to connect to life-sustaining moisture in the soil, and tough skin to prevent water evaporation.
We must do the same to access the gems we seek. The desert requires us to reach into our core for the gold we pursue. We adjust our procedures, struggling to attain the seeds that spark creation. The amazing thing is the work pays big dividends providing us with things we never imagined. We uncover rich beauty.
Where do you find unexpected beauty?
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Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer
The Reluctant Poet 
Thank you for the reblog, Charles. 🌷🌸🌷
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