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Feet of snow on driveway

Snow fall on driveway from Storm Nemo, 2/9/2013

During the last big storm we got about 28 inches of snow in 24 hours. I spent a lot of time snow blowing and shoveling – twice during the storm, to keep it from building up too high on the driveway – yeah, that didn’t work so well as you can see by that picture – and about three times after the storm. Needless to say, I was tired and sore!

After peeling off layers of cold, wet clothes and changing into my dry flannel PJs, I sat down in front of the TV to relax. In our media room the sun comes in around noon and spends a few hours shining its warm rays on the sofa. It’s perfect for napping. I don’t nap often … usually can’t stay still long enough … but on that day I was beat!

Dream like images of clouds, water and a clock tower

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My feet up, blanket over me, I tried to read. My eyelids grew tired and lazy. I didn’t fight it. I was half way between wakefulness and sleep when I saw someone. She spoke to me in pictures and showed me a great idea for a story! She told me …

Well, I don’t know what she told me … that’s the problem! I was exhausted and I remember saying to myself,

This is a great idea, I should write this down.

Instead of getting up and writing furiously until I had the idea safely tucked in my notebook or laptop I fell asleep. About 20 minutes later, my eyes blinked open and my mind went to the idea. What was it? The feeling that I had a great idea came to me, but the idea itself was like a dream. Maybe it was a dream! One of those just out of reach, behind the mist of my mind. I saw blurry images that I could not put into words, I heard words that I could not understand.

Foggy tree lined road in winter with snow on the ground

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For days I walked around trying to recapture it. I grasped at air. I thought I had it, but when I opened my hands to see what was there, they were empty. It was like having a word on the tip of my tongue and not being able to speak it.

I hoped she would come back to me – give me another chance. But she probably moved on to a writer who listened, who paid attention, who got up and put pen to paper.

Days later I’ve had to accept the idea is gone. Do they make idea-catchers like they make for dreams?

Dream Catcher with a sunset sky in the background

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