Apple was the last Muse to show up on paper. I couldn’t actually think of a name for her until Casey looked over and said “Apple.” Maybe it was the rainbow heart hearkening him back to the good old days of our favorite computer company. Maybe not. But either way, I knew he was right. I present to you, Apple.
Approach your mind and your spirit and who you are with gentleness and an abundance of love. Every single day.