When the muse hits the dust!

I consider myself a poet of sorts and always have.  The gift that I was given, inherited through G-d and my maternal grandmother, is precious but sometimes very vacant as in times like now – my muse has hit the dust. I just cant write.  Is it because I do not have angst? No reason to rail and rant?  I know that recently I have sat at my keyboard with the wanting to create but nothing comes….nada…nilch…..zero.  What is one to do?  Well you can preserve fruits!  I have put my energy of late to jamming it up with a variety of nature’s bounty to store for the winter and some holiday goodies for my loved ones.  Creative yeah but in a different way.  Now onto saving for that copper jamming pot that cost the earth!

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