Muse Calling

One of those days, where I've meditated almost without choice, pulled easily in, and where I keep trying to enter the external day. I am tired. Is it because I've only eaten fruit, cheese, antipasto, and toasted multi-grain walnut bread for the past few days, and my body needs meat even if I don't get around to cooking it more than once or twice a week; or is it financial, I expected to be working more this month than I have; or is it emotional, with some strange responses from women to my output that leaves a discomfort that requires rest to heal; or, as I reach down deeper, is it creative? Is my muse pulling me into somnambulance, the place from where I write, even though today is not a 'writing day.' As I wander about, intermittently laugh or argue about writing with my daughter, I have an odd sense of writing emerging. Why can't my life go on when this happens? I have so many things to do...

An image of a great frozen polar cap shifting, the voluminous depth of the mind working things out in its billions of neural connections, and when it's ready, a piece of writing breaking off like an ice flow, and floating into the ocean where it melts eventually into all the other words.

Is this a Zen of writing?

Do all of our words flow together when we've shut off our computers and closed our books? Into a great linguistic ocean sweeping the globe?

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Carol Roach Aug 22, 2006, 10:35pm EDT

You know I cannot think of a thing to write for the past couple of days and that is not a good sign for me. It means something is up, and its not good. I don't know what it is either.

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William M. Aug 22, 2006, 11:23pm EDT

It's our luck you feel like writing.

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libramoon C. Aug 23, 2006, 12:31am EDT

Time is nature's way of keeping everything from happening at once, and our muses' way of giving us leisure to reflect on the input of life. When the moment is ready, the expression emits.

Peace,
libramoon

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Magi the magical poet is riding the wind again Aug 23, 2006, 5:54am EDT

Brenda, my problem is the reverse - to stop writing so much and spreading my energy far too thin. I exhaust myself.

Words are symbols we use to express thoughts which are symbols arising from experience. Spirits can use symbols while playing in this world but do not need symbols to communicate - minds are interconnected. When the mind is still and free from the interference of thought, communication occurs at a different level.

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Brenda Clews Aug 23, 2006, 10:33am EDT

I'm going to come back later and respond to your beautiful comments and visit your beautiful words at your sites, but I've been up since 4am reworking Marigold Moon to enter it into the Illustrated Poetry Marathon over at Sparky's (not Gather, but anyone can submit, no judges, prizes or any of that) and gotta sleep some. Magi, oh I know what the muse can do! Wear us out.........

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Apryl Just Apryl Aug 23, 2006, 1:13pm EDT

I can completely relate. I wrote a funny poem about the poet in my head. It's titled The Poet, I think I published it last week. Its good for a laugh. check it out.

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Brenda Clews Aug 24, 2006, 1:15pm EDT

Carol, our muses are mysterious and move in ways of their own - it's up to us to listen and to create and then to edit, and edit, and edit...

That's sweet William...

I agree with you libramoon, if we're open and willing, the muse inspires us. As your muse does for you, so very beautifully...

Magi, enjoy the creative abundant flow of your creativity! Delightful and rich!

Amy, I'll see if the library has it... my fav is Fruitflesh by Gayle Brandeis.

April, will do.

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