Last night the soft hooting of the two owls in the tall eucalyptus trees caught my attention. This morning the beckoning rattle of a crow just outside called to me. Then, as the twitterings and cheeps of other birds joined in, I heard one of my favorite sounds--the soft cooing of mourning doves. Another day, another week, begins. My own call--not quite so soft--is woo-hoo! Another Sunday Studio Workshop is now in the past and I see a stretch of possibility for my own work. Double woo-hoo! I can hardly wait to see what beckons to me on this wild chase after my own muse.
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