A muse entered my life. The feeling was overwelming but instantly addicting. I don't know if it enter in the form of the kind man I met, or if it was created from the feeling I had being with him, or from the energy that createdby us intertwining our lives, or if it was an unspoken gift from the universe-his guides-or from him. All I know is that for 10 magical days I was more inspired than I have ever been in my life. It was intoxicating, with ever sense of mine being tapped into. I was exhausted by the demands of the muse but didn't want to miss a single moment of it. Dreams that had been with me for years came to fruition and not just in one small way but in multitudes. When I had thoughts of creating one, I couldn't stop until I created 10. Motivation was spurred deep within my core. I drank of life with fever and ferver. I could think of nothing but creation and the excitement of act of creating with ever cell of my being.That muse has left. I feel empty. As if a part of my soul has left, a part that I had been searching for all my life, one I had been waiting for, continually asking the universe for. Now I look around in the disarray left from my muse inspired heated impulses, and I feel the tiredness of years and the heaviness of knowing what once was possible. Though it was fleeting I will never be the same. And I am grateful.
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Just popping in to say "hi."
What did you create? What were you about to create when your lives switched tracks? You should pull it out/start/finish it to feel that creative energy that lingers when the muse leaves- they are capricious characters. Did you know that to study classic asian painting you must stare at Masters' old works to absorb the chi that they captured from their subjects in nature? Maybe you can recapture something. Cheers!
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