Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
My pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
The day's divinity
First thing you see.
Choose they croon the Ancient Ones
The time has come again
Choose now, they croon
Beneath the moon
Beside an ancient lake
Enter again the sweet forest
Enter the hot dream
Come with us
Everything is broken up and dances.
Ooh great creator of being 
Grant us one more hour, 
To perform our art 
And perfect our lives. 

(jim morrison. from "the ghost song") 

so quiet and peaceful this am. taking a deep breath of solitude , enjoying the still joy of early morning. ruminating on last nights dreams. the muses were dancing delightful dropping diamond ideas and pearls of wisdom while i slumbered. now where to begin birthing these creations to reality....pulling thoughts from the ether transforming to beauty you hold in your hand ...i am an alchemist creatrix .