My wild-wise-woman muse told me that she’d leave if I didn’t pull my finger out and write.
It gave me a fright. I thought she was an eternal friend, always at the ready and waiting for me whenever I got the urge to splurge her.
It seems she’s getting ready to pack her bags and go. She told me I have to stop denying her, hiding her, keeping her from view.
She told me to show her to you. (Scary thought for a closet penstress. Nevertheless I got to work.)
She has a message called ‘Slap the Dither’. Not very enticing I know. But I’m letting her take my hand and guide me to the words she wants to show.
I’m feeling the resistance even now, but she’s at my back, tut-tut-tutting and all of that: “get that shit out!”
I can feel her shout ping down my spine. I can feel her impatience wanting to shine, and my resistance and biding my time is getting her down.
Stop that crap. It’s a trap. You’ve got a gift,
and even if you’re not quite sure that that’s what it is,
share that dang thing.
So here’s me and my muse…
Closeted for too many years, I’ve bored her to tears.
Hidden in journals and computer files, she’s travelled miles.
Between my sheets. Beneath my clothes. In my dreams.
Behind the scenes of my internal nervous rantings.
She’s been at the fore when beauty has scored my view.
She loves everything that I do.
She pants with delight when inspiration strikes.
She aches through the pain of long dark nights.
She holds me, cuckolds me and soothes my fears.
She reaches right in me and mops up my tears.
She dances with me beneath the moon and the stars.
She sings with me, tripping and giggling through awkward la-la-la-la’s.
She is a diamond of strength, a whimsical beauty.
She is neither fussy nor hell bent on the correct way things should be.
She is exquisitely deeply all shades of me.
She is the queen of all word-gems in my crown – that gleam.
She is the maiden of prowess – as words leave my head.
She is the warrior of flow – and brandishes her sword,
when the fear dragons loom and circle too near.
My Queen. My Muse. I’m so lucky to have you here.
So no more no writing. No more tucking it away.
From now on my muse is my life and together we will play, and work out a way to move her in to the outer world of hungry eyes and word gobblers.
We’ll shock and delight and entice and surprise.
We are a team.
No longer will I allow her to be shamed by my fear of being poetically seen.
No longer will I supress her wax lyrical dress of ponder and prose and smart-ass sassy ness.
Care to join us? 🙂
Dawn Atkin is a life and business coach committed to helping women trust their unique flair so they can make change in their lives with confidence and clarity.
If you would like to know more or are ready to take the next step and create some change in your life, at home, work or play, contact Dawn via her website www.dawnatkin.com or her Facebook Page – creativestreak1