Musings

I used to have the overly romantic idea that I was the Goddess’ muse. “Used” to as in up to this morning. Truth is, I never really thought about it that much. I got caught up in the concept because it relieved me of a lot of  personal responsibility. Was I being a good muse? Was I helping the Goddess? Muse..it’s a pretty word for my co-dependant behavior. A pretty idea for not living my life.

So now…the redirect.

muse

I was chatting with the Goddess this morning and said something equally corny along the lines of her being my muse too. Sheesh. Yes, I talk like that. Annoying isn’t it. So I was blathering along typically skipping along the surface of emotional content when she says simply: I am my own muse.

There you have it folks. I can remember a number of times during zen training my teacher saying. “Pretty simple isn’t it? And the hardest thing you will ever do.”

Pretty simple. Totally cool and life-changing difficult perspective shift. Wee.

~ by entropyhed on July 14, 2008.