The Elusive Creative Muse
Beauty is everywhere. As I write this, I can hear the geese flying overhead through my open window. It tugs at my spirit to come and play and dance on the wind. Looking around me I see all the unfinished projects and “things I need to do” instead. No wonder I’m such a procrastinator! Hmmm, follow the geese to the lake, or take care of duties. Yikes! So instead, here I sit writing about it all, looking inside for the elusive flow of creativity that helps fuel my life. Inspiration seems to have been hiding lately. I feel a need to track down my creative muse and drag her kicking and screaming from whatever box she is hiding in among the remaining chaos from moving. Perhaps she fell asleep curled up in a box of special treasures gathered over many years. Oh, and there are far far too many of those gathered treasures, and choices to be made. It is starting to sound like a search for my muse might include more sorting and eliminating! Ohhhh the choices… they become overwhelming, and soon i wander off to follow a dream.