For several years my muse was quiet.  I knew I was secretly feeding her, but missed her just the same. Surrounded by the sublime beauty of the Costa Rican jungle and shore, I took simple pleasures in divining objects offered by the sea- Star fish as big as my head wandering out of tide pools in the early mornings, baby possums caught in the retreating tide’s pull, fossilized sand dollars encumbered by ancient sands of time, schools of fish caught in the low tides tidal pools, gasping for air. So much wonder to behold, all I could do was observe. Not knowing why or what and not caring about the reason, I resigned myself to be a student of nature’s wonders; Innocence, curiosity, patience and a willingness to let the magic of life unfold each day. I found comfort in the vulnerability of absorbing the unknown. Truly food for thought.