Writerly Life

My Muse — A Cumulus Cloud Goose

Six Word Photo Story: Freestyle

Cloud Goose Winging Across Twilight Sky

I had begun a piece about the many distinctions between ducks and geese when a voice whispered in my ear — Will anyone care to read this story?

I stopped typing and started to fret. To write or not to write?

I stepped out into the neighborhood to clear my mind. I stood lakeside, relishing the cool mist from the fountain on my face and arms.

I’m not writing this piece.

But then I looked up and saw a cloud goose winging across the heavens.

“Hang on,” I said to myself, “That’s the Universe telling me I should write my goose story.”

I clicked a photo.

Later that evening, I brought up the goose photo on my phone. The creature — borne aloft — seemed emblematic of movement and optimism. It looked straight ahead, eyes focused unwaveringly on its destination.

It was the nudge I needed to resume work on my draft. And this time, perhaps bowing down to the voice of the Universe, that other little voice fell silent. I wrote, edited, and polished without worrying about readership or views.

My story — borne aloft on a cloud — was published. It had arrived at its destination.

Was I being fanciful about my Muse of a Cumulus Goose? Absolutely! But I believe that when the Universe speaks, it pays to listen.

Don’t you?

Here are some wonderful stories I read on Medium. Courtney Capone’s eye-opener about a ballerina’s life:

And Margie Willis’ amazing story of personal courage:

And here’s some more of my stuff:

Thanks for reading! 🌼🌻

Thank you, Ellie Jacobson, for publishing my story! 🙂