Thalia blew fluff from a dandelion and sent seeds scattering on the wind. The Muse of Wit giggled. “Can you believe the kid asked Typist if her drawing was a cross between a rabbit and a dog?”
“It’s obviously a fox,” sighed Urania. “Not everyone can see through her eyes, or our words. That’s why we continue to work on our skills.” The Muse of Determination snapped a dandelion stem and puffed every seed free with one blow.
“Well,” said Cal, “I think the kid has a point — it looks like a chihuahua-bunny. Can’t you see it?” The Muse of Harmony inhaled and sent floaties in search of fertile ground.
“Dogs come easier,” said Nia, “… but that doesn’t mean she can’t keep dabbling in a variety fur friends. All of life is an experiment! Thanks Ralph Waldo.”
Words from Typist:
In yesterday’s yoga class we focused on our foundational feet. Did you know that there are muscles you can direct to raise your arches? Set your feet flat on the floor and raise your toes. Do you feel your arches lift? Now try keeping your arch lifted while you set your toes down. 🤷🏻♀️
Years ago, I lacked such awareness… of my own feet! And at that point they’d been carrying me around for a quad of decades.
I appreciate teacher Sarah’s bottom-up reminder. This morning as Henny and I strolled, I focused on my foot form. No kidding — I could feel the shift in my foundation reach through my legs and hips all the way up into my neck and shoulders. The toe bone’s connected to the cervical spine?
The muses and I have been re-visiting our “why”.
Why do we show up with our muse love letters?
It’s a good question?
Why do we do what we do?
My answer came in a variety of messages from other writers as I went through my morning explorations. I can’t tell you how much the melody of words strung together to form sentences has encouraged the depth of my thinking… and my life. I write and share with a hope of giving back in equal measure as I have received.
Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.