From time to time my muse leaves me sitting dry at the keyboard. Usually, she quietly departs, slipping away in the middle of the night without leaving a note. I pine for her and call to her with no reply. Eventually, she returns bearing gifts of clarity and flowing words.
Then, there is this time.
This time she announced her departure and slammed the door with a force that shook my foundation. Here I remain, with much to say but lacking words of lucidity.
It’s said that time heals and I say bring on the future and bring it fast. Allow me to wish away a small piece of the very essence of life that is time. Rescue me from this beach and touch me with a small drop of inspiration... of redemption. Return to my side and guide me through my quagmire of jumbled lexicon.
Being human it’s a given that at some time and some place I’ll unintentionally and without malice step on a toe, fail to put the honor of others first, and generally make a muck of things. It’s just a matter of time until an error bubbles up from the pit of fallibility. How you handle the transgressions lays the difference between good and bad. Like my grandmother would tell me, “Don’t worry about making mistakes because you’ll make more.” She also showed me how to set things right: acknowledge, repair, ask for forgiveness, atone, and forgive yourself.
There is a plan to get my muse back... there's always a plan of action. It's in my training I will make my call to inspiration. I will not remain swimming in sorrow, riding hills of humiliation, or running roads of pain. No, no, that’s not my way. Instead, I'll remember the words of John Bingham and see my bike and running shoes as giant erasers. With every swim, every pedal stroke and foot strike I rub away some memory of a previous error. Each successful mile releases me from the grip of the dreams of failure and every starting line is a chance to prove that my past will not determine my future.
Stay tuned…
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Your Grandmother sounds like a very wise woman... whom it seems you take after.
This "stay tuned" business is difficult for someone with adult onset of ADD. But I'll try! lol
:-)
I like your grandmother's attitude “Don’t worry about making mistakes because you’ll make more.” Very wise words indeed. I gotta remember to tell my boys that. :)
I was catching up on some of your posts (1st time here) and it's fun to note we have some similar experiences. MANY years earlier, I was that sergeant dispensing tough love on them raw baby recruits. I must say that your sergeant was a lot kinda on that boy than I would have been. :D
persoanlly, if you are this eloquent when your muse leaves, you've got to get published when she is around.
your grandmother sounds very wise.
thanks for the supportive words the other day. they helped.
Boomer, I hope that you are okay. Sounds like there is some sort of emotional percussive therapy goin' on ove your way. :/
Very well put! Like mipper said better get publishing. But I do have to ask are you quoting someone?
Great statement from your grandma ;)...
I can appreciate the idea of erasing the past with my training. There are many errors I would like to erase, and many more to come.
ZURICH, ZURICH, ZURICH!!!
I hope that things are looking up this week. Muses seem to be elusive. When they're present, they are hard work (and can sometimes be a pain) and when they leave, you are left dry and wanting. Best wishes :)
I like the attitude!
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