It Slipped Through My Fingers

A random thought. An idea. Inspiration.

It came on quickly; just a flash, and then it was gone again before the next breath. But it was there. And I have to trust that if it existed once, it will present itself again, in its own time. Maybe not in the same form. Maybe better, more solid.

For now, I’ll keep my notebook and pen beside my bed, at the ready, waiting for inspiration to revisit.


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One response to “It Slipped Through My Fingers

  1. Glad you’re back, Christine, even for a brief moment!

    I often get some of my most brilliant ideas in the shower…really hard to write them down there!

    Looking for a longer post soon!


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