The Universe…
Thalia had purple paint on her fingers, green on the tip of her nose, and… Had she dotted her face with red freckles? “That library field trip is raining brownies from heaven!”
“True that!” Urania nodded her agreement. “When a friend gave Typist the gift of ‘follow the energy’ — she had no idea she’d be letting us take our show on the road — or, painting… or, drawing. We’ve been very patient elephants.”
Calliope nodded and grinned. “We have… millennia of practice in waiting.”
“Passion is fuel for the soul, often hidden under blankets of society’s shenanigans?” asked Thalia. “People doing what mama said, or teacher said, or the television said? And these days… trying to keep up with social media influencers?”
“When all along their elephants have been waiting to play,” Calliope sighed.
“And once the passions are unearthed… whoa Nellie!” said Urania. “Then the Muse of Determination gets to invest all of that juicy energy into purpose… How might your passion serve others?”
“Christopher Morley said, ‘There is only one success… to be able to spend your life in your own way’… and I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean laying on the couch scrolling,” said Thalia.
“Do you see, hear, or feel any elephants?” Calliope floated a bubble into the air. “Sometimes we’re really quiet… playing hide and seek.”
Don’t only practice your art, but force your way into its secrets. For it and knowledge can raise men to the divine.
~Ludwig van Beethoven
Muses? It’s me… Typist. What you might have mentioned is that “art and passion” is so much bigger than drawing, painting, writing, or playing the piano. Art is fishing, caring for animals, fixing teeth, selling food, mowing lawn, remodeling a kitchen… Art is an attitude. Art is embracing what you love doing and sharing it with others.
At least that’s my two cents! 😊
Ah, the Thalia we all know and love. A dab here, a dot there, and there! Elephants must know how to tiptoe if they’ve been waiting that long.
I very much liked the ending remark by Ludwig van Beethoven. After he became entirely deaf, he communicated with friends by passing written messages back and forth. I almost said “notes.” In fact that’s what he did for us. Using the secrets of his art, and knowledge, he passed notes to us. A true blessing.