Inspiration that sets fire to your heart and bakes fresh words in your brain, creating new and heated writing you didn’t believe you had in you … we all dream of that.
Today I found it. At a thinly peopled beach enjoying the fresh spray of the North Sea, where human concerns were belittled and blew away in an ancient wind. And the sound of a dozen or more seals, singing to each other, a moaning lament of all time, what tears sound like – nothing more, nothing less, and a prayer for the future.
Their haunting song is still in my heart. If I can write with even a tiny ounce of their inner fervour, then I know I can make something. Just a little something, that contains a microcosmic crumb of beauty, and the poetry of their pain. And so I will write, to a remembered song in my heart.
Writer Unblocked 
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