Perhaps if I build an aeolian harp then everything will be perfect.

Lo, the sun just blasted through my study window as I wrote that sentence; no kidding, it never comes in here. What are you doing, wayward beam? This is my dark hidey hole and now I feel so exposed.

Sometimes I fall into thinking creative juices go like this: coffee, kombucha, water, wine. And with my regular supply I wonder why this doesn’t turn out. Then one day my gut reacts to something I read or see or hear and I remember that fortification with a thing esoteric, aesthetic, absurd, or plain inspirational is the elixir of mind that enters the body as real energy, and that creative juices feel like something, a must-do-ness relief of forward motion.

There are so many places I could put a harp.

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About owl

Disordered, reckless, persevering.
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2 Responses to Perhaps if I build an aeolian harp then everything will be perfect.

  1. littlesundog says:

    What a beautiful thought! An aeolian harp would have been lovely here this evening; the Oklahoma wind blowing and the orange/red sunset in the distance. Lovely post.

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