Today I am trying to write a piece related to the four directions. I want to use this piece for a clearing/blessing I have been asked to do. It occurred to me that this same piece could be used for the poetry book to address one of the major criticisms - that the structure needed to make more sense. With that thought and the cute blond boy sitting at the next booth - POOF! Writing muse goes on hiatus.
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BITCH!
I'll fix her though, I invited in the science muse-ette to take her place. Some deep and weird mulling thoughts about directions, seasons, time in general ensued. Understanding that time is perceived as a spiral of a clockwise direction. A few people living it counterclockwise. Some able to see that it is in fact both spirals overlapping - my beloved double helix. Why wouldn't it be represented in both its infinitely small, DNA level and its super duper space-time level?
Finished with 25 minutes to spare.
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