Today I failed to get my creative fix… I was much too busy today to experience the rush that comes from releasing into the world… that which dwells within… nor did I find the awe inspiring works of another on this day... the cherished... like minded individual... capable of daring me to dream... to see... to hear... to taste... to smell... to feel the world of their fancy… to lose myself in the experience... the suspending of doubt... the clarity of revelation... the ability to give of my true self... till all that is left is the still... soft... smiling... voice... of satisfied breathing... and contentment…

No…today I could not shake the feeling of busy unfulfillment... the feeling of a day wasted... You see… I am addicted to feeling... art is my drug... and I needed desperately to escape this mundane monotonous day... stagnant... and devoid of life… so I did what any addict would do... I sought to satisfy my senses...

I decided to go for a walk... I had hoped to find a scene that would bring the twinkle back to my eye… or perhaps… the joy and depth of quiet beauty... of breathtaking sunset... with deep hues of red and purple... a wine colored sky... that I could drink in its loveliness... savoring every drop of its glorious expanse... or perhaps… I might encounter the scent of wildflowers... the deep alluring fragrance... of a life that won’t be subdued... their roots running deep… stemming as if to bring closer… their trembling petals… spread wide for my pleasure… my soul yearning to breathe them in… or perhaps… the sound of the leaves rustling in the cool welcoming breeze... the unceremonious sermons of animals and insects... their unintelligible speech mercifully drowning my thoughts... carrying me down gentle streams… drifting… drifting… and coming finally to rest… upon serenity’s satisfied shore… where all cares are gone… and only contented feelings remain…

But it was not to be… Not today anyway…

Instead… I saw the smile of a small child... who had run to catch up with me… who walked beside me now... beaming with the excitement at being with his dad... and I perceived the twinkle of sunflower eyes... as I looked up at the angel touched face of my bride… who had joined us... in that moment… I was drawn in most effortlessly… surrounded by the sweet aroma of pomegranates... this supremely fragrant offering… emanating from the woman beside me... I was lost in her beauty… until understandingly my heart was awakened… and quickened… by the delightful sound of laughter… as I lifted the boy onto my shoulders... It was then that I heard the softest... most nurturing speech… known to man… emanating most instinctively… from the boy’s mother... I set my ears upon each word... drinking them in... and in that moment… I felt the child on my shoulders… and in my heart… begin reaching for branches… and the sky... as if trying to grasp the heaven of the moment... which for me… was completed… as I felt the touch of my lovers hand... wrapping itself around mine…

It was a good day…