Wow! It’s after 10pm and I’m just getting around to write a blog-entry. I made a commitment just the other day that I’d endeavour to have something written everyday.

After such a long and busy day, it can be difficult to find inspiration to write. No? Yes. Well, sort of. You see, the first thing I did was check my email, my longest standing blog, and my latest fun-craze, Facebook. This amazing phenomena based upon the internet is creating wonderful exchanges of ideas, progress, friendships, and even peace. I love connecting to some of the folks in these communities. We get to play and express creativity, and today’s Facebook stories were a great example of that. One of them actually came out making perfect sense. And none of this makes sense to you.

I’m baby-sitting a dog for a few days for a friend. Tonight I decided to sneak the dog in to spend the night. These last few days have been action-packed, and the next three weeks promise more of the same. So bringing the dog home gives me a better opportunity to relax, rest, and recover and keep my energy levels. Now, what many of you may not realize is I have a cat. Ironically, his name is Dawg. He’s cool like that.

Well, as I said, “Love lives in this house.”

There is no doubt about it. I come in with the beautiful canine girl, who coincidentally has an absolutely incredible personality and intelligence, and there is Dawg flopped in the entry. My canine sweetie isn’t quite sure what to make of all this, and she’s curious. Sniff forward, falter back, and Dawg gets up and saunters into the living room to splay himself more fully.

I come in and stroke his belly as he stretches himself out. Dawg is no lightweight, and yet in his fitness he is deceivingly heavy-weighted in comparison to his appearance.  He lounges there, unperturbed, until the clumsy oaf-like dog-play pushes him up off the floor to wander under the table, out of harms way. Miss Snoop Dogg, however, is more curious than the cat that was killed, and she whines, whimpers, and groans begging Dawg to come play.

Dawg, the sinister tease that he is, plays the aloof Greaser, eyeing the crowd from the fringes. Sauntering across the living room, skirting the edges, he teases the inner-crowd that cries after him to join them. Missy tries desperately to get closer, and Dawg leaps and trots wherever he wants to go, leaving Missy to pine after him.

Yes, love lives in this house. 

Days like yesterday and the few before are amazing, inspiring, and wonderful. So many sparks of creativity feeding words and ideas to explore. Turning a phrase, having a laugh, excited about insights, and always learning and creating simultaneously.

This morning I sit here wanting terribly to remember some of those pearls, those delightful gems, to satisfy myself with my connection to some knowledge, wisdom, or creativity that makes me feel excited to be alive. It even makes me feel special.

Alas, I neglected my muse and she is sulking in the corner like my cat after I come home from a trip away. So is the muse a fickle fiend that will trick inspiration? Let’s not say it is so and it may then not be or come true. Let’s say that this was just ‘one-of-those-days’ and the stimulation for the day just hasn’t arrived. Let’s say that there is no fickle-fiend.

Even so, maybe it is time to carry a piece of paper and pen to jot down those little wonders. And if I can speak the ideas aloud without losing the thought, then maybe a voice recorder. The only remaining problem, as I see it, is the spontaneous creativity that requires my computer, camera, or internet access.

I know I don’t want to be wired to big-brother, and yet, gosh, I’d love to have a few gadgets installed.