The Muse Has Its Own Mind

A little dog can be a muse amongst the madness

My muse is a willful little sprite sometimes.  It comes when it feels like it and goes away for a time, where, I do not know.  Or perhaps I do.  I think my muse is gone when I am not inspired to write or create images with my camera or go to the museum.  But the muse is a tricky little spirit and does have a mind of its own.

Of late I have been wrapped up in a campaign to rebuild my nest.  And what a nest it had become.  I began by sorting and cleaning out drawers earlier this year.  Then I ruminated on all the "stuff" I have accumulated after 30 years in this house of mine.  I think truly my muse was feeling cramped.  Finally it said "Enough!  I hereby inspire you to get on the stick!  Yes, writing and blogging and capturing images and having fun is very, very important to the soul and the spirit, especially to a creative type as you aspire to be.   But I need room to breathe.  I need a place to relax and reflect and do all the things a muse must do to inspire you."

So I heard the voice of the muse.  Loud.  Clear.  And without hesitation I dove into the project my muse wanted me to do.  And so it goes.   I have sold, given away and thrown out stuff I had been hanging onto for years and years and years.  Things that obviously did not serve me and were of no use to anyone else stored in the garage, in a closet or even sitting out in plain site gathering dust.

And it is feeling good.

And I am cleaning, painting, renovating and more.  I can hardly recognize my home sweet home and it is just getting better and better.

And so, if you have been wondering why there has not been a blog (this time) for a couple three weeks, this is why.  The Muse has a mind of its own.   And I must listen and make it feel welcome or it might surely fly away....maybe for good.

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