the magic of the muse

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When I Met My Muse- I glanced at her and took my glasses off- they were still singing. They buzzed like a locust on the coffee table and then ceased. Her voice belled forth, and the sunlight bent. I felt the ceiling arch, and knew that nails up there took a new grip on whatever they touched. “I am your own way of looking at things,” she said. “When you allow me to live with you, every glance at the world around you will be a sort of salvation.” And I took her hand. ~William Stafford

begin to dance in the living room…..then slowly open the door and bring the dance to the street….make it wilder….where prudence is a dead language and soul tending becomes the one truth…….

By imaginatively romancing the world and its endless unique wonders- both human and other- we keep our lives new, forever evolving, and in so doing, we participate in the ongoing evolution of the world itself. But personal evolution- individuation- necessitates a periodic reshaping of our lives that is often deeply challenging. By opening our hearts and imaginations to the daily mysteries, a romance with the world upsets our routines, making us vulnerable to the great changes destined in our Souls and in the Soul of the world, the anima mundi. We live in a culture that understands too many things too precisely and in too small a way, rendering our lives and our world too predictable and controllable, too sterile. We would be much healthier if we could regularly imagine the impossible, be open to surprise and unexpected discovery, and change course, turning on a dime, especially when something alluring crosses our path. We tend to dwell too much in “farmer consciousness,” focused and intent on getting a predetermined thing to grow in a specific place with a particular expected result. We haven’t sufficiently honed our native human “hunter consciousness,” diffuse, open, always scanning, and attuned to the arrival of subtle clues, the unexpected, novel associations, and the idiosyncratic, quirky, and outlandish. The Muse is an inventive and visionary hunter, a lover of diversity, wildness, revolution, evolution, and transformation. ~Bill Plotkin

bewildered

My head is bursting with the joy of the unknown.
My Heart is expanding a thousand fold.
~Rumi

4 thoughts on “the magic of the muse

  1. Makes me wonder if it is singular or plural. Is there only one muse, or do they come and go, rise and fall, ebb and flow like the tides… Can the moon be our muse, or the sun and stars too … All of nature loving our presence in her heart …

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