I’ve not been on here long, but heavens there are a lot of musings going on.
Everywhere I look somebody is musing on something. You will find many a musing for each day of the week, and months are well covered too. The myriad of musable matters is rather mind boggling and there is no lack of quality musings out there.
New as I am to this blogging lark I have felt a pressure to muse myself at times. Often I sit in the dark thinking that a good hard musing right now would be just the thing. Perhaps I feel that I am missing out being relatively muse free as It seems I may well be.
Not only does it seem that I am not much of a muser but I may also be neither contemplative nor particularly deep, both qualities which it seems help in terms of ones quality musing ability .
I will admit that I have done my level best to find my inner muser, I am not lazy. I have lit scented candles and enjoyed long relaxing baths to the haunting calls of the blue whale and alas mostly I just end up fancying getting into bed with a nice cup of tea and a couple of biscuits and having an early night.
I have pondered the deeper things in life, the woes of society and the darkness that lies in the hearts of men and mostly the best i can manage is a haiku about Donald trump wanting to make love to that pudgy faced chap in charge of North Korea.
I think I once got close to an angst filled poem but it turned into a dirty limerick at the last minute.
Anyway, it’s quite late and I really shoulg be in bed.
Does that count as a muse I wonder?
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