In day-to-day living changes are subtle and often go unnoticed. We move about our business and seldom reflect. Each moment is a story unfolding that often goes untold. For each new thing we learn, each story we hear or create, there are thousands more. Like a photograph, we capture but a portion of what is there.
The muse of a writer is always there, whether lurking in the shadows or right in front of us. We may have pen and paper in hand or not, but we are always working. The creative mind knows its' own time and cannot be forced. It's impossible to predict exactly when inspiration will strike, but there are times when the muse is more active. These times vary for each writer, but they always come in the present moment, for that is all there really is.
Now, as years have passed, I am more conscious of the present moment than ever before. These moments are an enigma to me. What is this thing we call time? What is it that actually brings out the muse? When and why do I chose to tell one story and not another? There are so many ideas-which ones do we nurture into fruition? Life is such a wondrous mystery, and so is writing.
For me, my muse is most active in times of travel, illness, and/or injury. During these times I slow down, pay attention, and take time to be still. I sometimes wonder if illness and injury are messengers in themselves, telling me to slow the pace and take time to reflect. I feel most stressed during these times, yet I question my inability to accept them as a gift-especially when it springs my muse into action.
It was during a bout of serious pneumonia that I created a masterpiece cross-stitch. When I fell and had a spiral fracture of the humerus with radial nerve damage I finished a beautiful painting and published my first book.
On a recent trip to the Big Easy I had this moment of epiphany. If I choose to simplify my life, act on that, and create my own moments of stillness then my muse will be more available to me.
My tendency to seize new opportunities and experience them to the fullest actually gets in the way of my true goals. There is this inner fear of the shortness of life that often has me running from one experience to the next in an attempt to live life to the fullest and do and see all I can during my short trip on Earth. Instead, perhaps it is better that I slow down, chose my opportunities wisely, and learn to let go a bit more. Then, and only then, perhaps I can meet with my muse more often in moments of health, fitness, and at home. Hopefully, there will be less illness and injury because of these changes, and home will be where my muse is most comfortable.
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