When Cyndy Got Her Groove Back

What used to happen frequently, now happens randomly.  .  . visits from the muse that is. The other morning before arising I drifted back to a time when I practically sprung out of bed filled with new ideas and designs to paint silk scarves and to design new jewelry. It was an ah ha moment. Like a body memory of the times when your fit body rejected all but the best of food and healthy habits. Saying no, falling to temptation an instinct, not a decision. I long for my muse to reside my side.