Muses

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Usually it is easy to listen to the Muses. The only thing needed is for me to be quiet enough to actually hear them... The whispers into my inner ear. The hints of ideas that, when I start thinking about them seem to have an unclear origin ~ yet seem to have value nonetheless.

When I muse on those things, they are sometimes mundane things, other times things of a more spiritual nature. Funny really ~ that even worldly topics come to my mind in that manner. I would have thought it more likely for more spiritual musings to be murmured into my inner ears ~ or delved from the subconscious regions of my mind...
And yet, here they are ~ nice, practical, mundane topics. Things that we all encounter on our paths. When I start thinking out loud about them, the words start flowing ~ bringing them from ideas to concepts. From the nebulous, to something that at least in my mind I can walk around and observe from all angles.

Now, one would think that in times when there are plenty of mundane, worldly things to write about ~ words would come even easier. After all, the things worth writing about are happening right in front of our eyes! What can be easier than to take any one of those things and write about them?

It doesn’t quite work that way for me.

Because when a lot of things are happening all at once ~ they keep my mind occupied. They bring strings of thoughts that are hard to stop. Right as I have handled one thing, another thing is in need of my attention. And so I keep running in my mind from one thing to the next ~ all the while getting the feeling that what I really am doing is running behind the facts.
And from that point it everything seems to be too little, too late ~ and a dollar short...

Pondering the fact that all of a sudden the words don’t flow anymore ~ I realize that the whispers have stopped. No faint-colored ideas that have just escaped that nebulous place where there are no words at all. No murmurs in the background giving my peculiar information.

When my life gets too busy, when my mind gets to be too loud ~ when I don’t permit myself any time to listen, the Muses are quiet.
Patiently waiting for me to notice that something is ‘off’ ~ for me to muse on that silence even... When that happens, I allow my mind to be still and listen once again.

And in that quiescence I may hear the soft sound of laughter in the distance ~ a tinkling sound that comes closer. No sooner than the moment I turn to see where it is coming form do I find that these sounds have no worldly origin...
I am listening to my Muses.
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