I’m in my tending to my inner muse era—where I write poems to the rain, cook autumnal meals, and cuddle with the cats even more. I check in with myself, walking for hours through the forest, admiring mushrooms, leaves, raindrops, and gathering little stones that tell stories, nuts, and other treasures nature generously offers. Each moment feels like a quiet exploration of the world around me and within me, a slow dance with the rhythm of nature and creativity. Letting my inner muse play…