This going to sound weird but I have more than one Muse. Having more than one Muse probably explains why my thinking can turn into a fractured fairy tale. I am just the vehicle for these fabulous Muses. At times it is quite enjoyable.
Muse number one shows up every morning when I sit down with my watercolor paints and a very large teapot filled to the brim. My only obligation is to show up. There are days when I struggle to come up with ideas. This is my reminder that I am not supposed to think I am supposed to intuit. Being intuitive is not something I can do all the time but my Muse is so kind and generous and waits for me to get back into alignment with her.
My second Muse is the writer. She shows up every evening when I sit with my computer to record the day’s events and sudden realizations and concerns. She is also very inventive with writing prompts. Thankfully my wonderful writing teacher Dr. Maxine Fisher provides lots of food for my writing Muse. My writing Muse and I are forever thankful for this opportunity.
My third Muse is the sewist. She comes out at least once a week and she has me sew up table toppers, altered clothing and sometimes toys. She is so creative and forces me to think in more concrete terms like math and measuring and cutting and accurate sewing. Not like the freedom of the painter or writer.
I am eternally thankful to my Muses for allowing me to be the catalyst for their creativity and permit me to have some of the credit.
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