The Empty Mug

I found myself locked away in my studio from mid-morning until late this afternoon with my empty mug riding out the long hours by my side. When I wandered in I had a mug of fresh perked French Roast and a spark of an idea from Acts 4. That was enough to stoke my imagination and I was off and running. As the hours wore on time stopped and the creative process took over. Caught in the flow, time didn't exist, just one idea inspiring the next. As evening was beckoning I pulled the plug and journaled my work before grabbing my empty cup and departing the loft. Cleaned and back in its cabinet, tomorrow the adventure will continue.

Pray on,
Eddy