The Muse, Hiding in Plane Sight

Where is the Muse? In the wild garden within. Are you ready to begin?

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Staring into the river, a reflection between the ripples, I catch a glimpse, it’s the muse.

We meet eyes in surprise and then she flips mid-stare and switches into a fish. A rainbow trout.

Darting about, her body making shapes in splashing color.

Mini waves gliding fin below my chin sparkling iridescent.

Rainbows caught in mirrored skin, chains linked breaking within layers of perception.

We never know who is coming to say hello, emerging from deep below the surface of our knowing.

The still silence allows the performance of life to emerge.

Seeking is creating through discovery.

Movement brings equal parts muse (play - creativity - wonder) and liberation.

The body is music in its rhythmic emotion.

Lifting dreams into motion.

Flowing with inspired devotion.

To nothing but the moment unfolding.

Waking in the pivot. Walking with the hinging.

Dancing rotations. Flexing, extending. Time is bending.

A juxtaposition of opposition.

Unified polarities. All things point to how can this be.

Defied existence. Gravity reinvented.

Awestruck in the act of basic disruption.

Where is the muse?

Everywhere and nowhere, hiding in plane sight.

Fields of existence shifting into and out of view.

Depends on your mood and your attitude.

In the garden within and over yonder, inside, and outside.

Wild grace caught in a floating bubble entranced in the act of roaming on sheds of air.

Joy is in the journey. Clouds trading shapes for color.

Sky holding it all.

Where is the muse?

She’s at the top of that ladder leaning against the sky.

Dreaming schemes, conspiring scenes, to stir you aboard.

Do not bore her with cannot(s).

Invite her to stay with a cup of mystical wonderings.

All questions do not require answers.

Would you start anyway?

Without knowing how, just when, now.

To lift your hand to the pen, the page. Leave your doubts to be the mage.

Paint a story without the end in mind, a place to begin again anew.

Invite imagination in. Leave a brush for the muse.

Don’t forget blank paper.

Empty walls. All the colors without the inhibitions.

Lighten your travel.

Where is the muse?

Sitting on a flower petal listening to jazz mixed with heavy metal, she waits.

She left feathers at your door.

Open the window.

Our own actions can block the muse.

Over… thinking, feeling, perfecting, reeling.

Follow the wallow by swallowing the following phrase, after all feelings are a phase:

Sentiments must not be sat on for too long, folly along and make it a song.

Lingering in languid lucidity is good for both the soul and soil.

Rich in substance is the response to the parade of opportunity giving sound to the pounding ring of here.

Isn’t that art? Transcending, transforming via creative alchemy.

Everything the medium.

Nature shows the way with rainbows after storms.

Can we make magic the norm?

Remember: the revelation is in the embodiment.

The truth behind is asking for your expansion.

What will you choose?

Not deciding is still a choice.

Spirals in the sand blowing away in the same wind breathing your lungs open.

All of life is poetry.

Look.

Listen.

Feel.

Expanding thunder creates conditions for thriving.

The trees are hanging stories in the canopy.

The leaves are both rising and falling.

Will you go out on a limb to listen?

Make an offer to your creative aliveness by seeking out the muse today.

She is seeking you. She waits in the folds of imagination.

Born of mystery, this is where we can be free.

Leading starts with both feet jumping forward.

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How do you find and nourish the wild within?

The Wild Within 

We do not need to venture far to find the wild blooming. 

Nature finds its way into our lives no matter where we find ourselves.

It’s always weaving its way toward the sun and rain through the cracks in routine.

Fresh vistas, views reach our eager eyes and roaming hearts with raw magic. 

The silence found in the noticing nourishes our spirits hungry for meaning and awe. 

We wander with wonder intact when open to this offer. 

The path shows a garden within blooming forth a recognition. 

This is the wild we crave.

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Also remember the Muse loves a good party. Even if it’s simply you dancing in a room with a view. Imagination unlocks endless landscapes and offers a clue. The key is you.

With Care, Creativity & A Side of Silly,

N.A.N.

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