muses meeting

I wish it wasn't so hard to find times to meet all together. maybe we could try a saturday morning at the cafe in downtown fullerton. That would be cool if we could have a set date once a month to meet there. That way other people would know where and when to find us if they want to join. Conversation just isn't the same over the internet.

I think we need to have more friday night poetry events too.

It would also be cool to have a weekly blog post to keep people interested if they want to keep in touch with our muses group or become a part of it.

-Heather

time continues...

Can we please meet soon, and include Soren?

holla

so, like, yea, what we gonna to talk about? Why just talk??? we should take a field trip. Any ideas, eh?

time is running down

Sarah and I are on break, and we're all together, yet we've not met as Muses yet.
My break is rapidly coming to a close, and is filling up quickly.
I now only have tomorrow morning and afternoon, or early morning Saturday to meet.
Please choose a time SOON!!!

I agree that we should meet. I was just going through the Book, organizing the random 'Better Homes and Gardens' pages that I ripped out mercilessly. Anyway, so when? Where? We could meet at McClains, or that nice Downtown Fullerton courtyard. Sometime we should include Soren, and see what he says.

tata Dearies,
-Sarah

Dreams only come true if you work hard

SO...

A friend I have who wants to start a bakery.
Another friend I have who would like to own a book store.
We three, indeed, do want to start a boheimian academy, it seems. A community of sharing, discussing, and learning.

Down stairs shall be the books and bakery, with wooden stairs that lead to the upper room, where sit people with their bread, pastries and books, or paint their canvas being inspired by a friend, or smell, or the music that another shares. Some listen, some discus, some ponder, some are lost. Lost in a world within the pages that they hold. And in the back, either above or below, are studios, two to be precise. From one is heard melodious sound, or perhaps not so very melodious. From the other the smell of oil paint floats.
The floors are wood, the draperies all around, and the smell of old books mixes with those smells of bread, spices and the like.

Think you, my sweets, that this is that of which we dream?

I dream of it, and hope that it may be.

But for it to become a reality, we must all three meet and plan and scheme.

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It is November
The fire is over
The air is more crispy
With breezes all whispy

and sweet.

This makes life more lovely
but my dear little dovey
There is something missing
and it has nothing to do with kissing

Your feet.

The sisterly muses
Need desperately to chooses
A place and a time
(That will hopefully rhymn...)

To meet