Even the Muse Needs Time Off

We are in the doldrums of winter here in Oregon.  Inspiration has alluded me and I am more inclined to curl up with a good book by the woodstove rather than settle down to any creative projects.  This has led to a certain amount of guilt and frustration on my part…

But then I got to thinking, dormancy is a normal part of nature. Most of the plants in my garden have died back to the ground.  The bulbs have been sleeping waiting for the right time to come up and bloom.  Fruit trees are resting before the growing season.  Dormancy in the winter leads to flowering in the spring. Even farmers let their fields go fallow to give them a chance to regenerate.

So we humans must rest as well, particularly those involved in creative pursuits. Sometimes the muse just needs a break.  So I am bidding Daphne, my muse a nice holiday.  I’m to go about cleaning and sorting my long-neglected house and workspacen and catch up on my mending. interesting that during my most mindless moments, my best ideas manifest.

Rest up Daphne…

MUSE

Come out & play with me

you my best of friends

I am happiest when we hold hands

& dance our secret dance.

Whisper in my ear

& fill my head until it is overflowing

with sparks & flowers

of inspiration.

Let’s bring forth from the cauldron of the ethos

a new incarnation of matter & thought

an offering of our magic

to the altar of the earth.