As an artist, I am always in pursuit of a muse, something that pulls the creativity out of me and sends me breathlessly to the page or canvas. In mythology, a Muse often comes wrapped in gauzy garb, hair flowing, a sweet talking vixen. But what shape does the Muse take in the real life world?
I have seen Muses in all sorts of shapes, sizes, and packages. My cats are often my Muses. They crack me up and make my heart soar with gratitude. They are my teachers and my playmates.
My friends are my Muses. Serious or playful. On for the camera or caught in thought.
One of my favorite Muses is my husband, Eric. We met each other eight years ago this month and talked that first evening of art and creative living. He is beyond all people the one who inspires me and brings me day in and day out to my creativity.
But even without any of these Ah-Musing Muses, I know I can depend on myself to find ah-musement. It is never further than looking inward.