A Small, Furry Inspiration

As I anxiously look at the colorful chaos of my art studio, I notice my white cat Angelina curled up on the floor next to the radiant heater. Nothing is disturbing her. She is resolutely basking in the warmth and perhaps creativeness of the moment. Napping a creative process? Perhaps, especially if one dreams. Kitty dreams of soft warm places; dark, leafy cubbyholes; tasty little mice and snakes....

What would it be like to not feel stuck? To just feel my mane blowing in the wind?

I think that I'll get started now....