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You Sick?

Saturday, December 10th, 2011

muse song

Dear Friend,

I heard you were icky sick…
Bummer.

I’m sending over a few friends to help take care of you.

Really, they won’t be any trouble at all. They’re very good at taking care of we mere mortals ~ especially during cold and flu season.

What will they do for you?
Well…

Muse Song will bring your favorite lemondrop sweets.
Remember how you so loved them as a kid?

I don’t know how, but Aha-prodite unearthed your treasured Vintage ‘I Spy’ Collection. Wish I could see your reaction but, ah ~I don’t want to catch your cold. You know how I am around germs.

Let’s see~
Lull will place a cooling, calming lavender sachet across your forehead. ahhhh.

Marge will bring her famous homemade chicken soup. Yes, you can sip it from a mug.

I know Bea Silly made you a friendship braid from threads of her favorite scarf.
When your head stops pounding and you can open your eyes, you’ll really enjoy all the happy dancing colors.

Albert will want you to test out his newest sinus clearing invention…Humor him, will you?
Just ask him to give you a demonstration. Spills will volunteer.

Don’t worry about Audacity. { She’ll be the one wearing RED }
She swears that her ‘Born to Be Me’ beachtowel is the Absolute ticket.
No, you won’t have to follow her in for a Polar Bear Swim…
Besides, the towel makes a terrific picnic cloth.
You’ll need it if Spills was in charge of icing the cupcakes she made just for you. That Muse has turned Imperfection into an Art.

Shadow usually brings ‘Cold Survival’~a better read than it sounds.
an “in.your.own.cupboards. Cold & Flu remedy book.
Perfect for those who are afraid to go out to the pharmacy.”

Well, I better wrap this up.
The Bodyguard is telling me to stop wearing you out with my ramblings.
Oh no…you won’t need the Bodyguard. He isn’t for you.
He’s around to safekeep your creative dreams…
to help you keep them alive and well.

I can’t say exactly what time they’ll pop around…they always to have perfect timing;
well except for Spills.

I know it feels like a house full.
Nine Modern Day Muses and a Bodyguard
sounds like a bit of a crowd.
Trust me.
Once you meet them, you’ll wonder why they didn’t come over before.

Sending you love and best wishes for a speedy recovery
xod

ps Don’t worry getting the door…they know how to let themselves in.

pps If you’re curious to know more about the Muses, check out their book.


Curiosity killed the Cat. Really?

Wednesday, March 2nd, 2011

Who said curiosity will kill the cat?

In my virtual world, I hang with a herd of cool cats who pad softly into The Muse is In Writing Club. Twice a week, prompts (divined by the Big Cat herself, Jill Badonsky) come to my INBOX.  I never know what the prompt will be but I’m always curious to find out.

Last Week’s Prompt-#115: Feel or imagine curiosity in body, mind and spirit and then see what you are inspired to write.

“Feel Curiosity in the Body…”

I roll the prompt over in my mind as if trying to feel its’ texture with my fingertips.

Rolling them back and forth, my mind feels the words as if to find the edge of another side. Suddenly, the voice inside my head breathes out.

“Body the IN-Curiosity Feel…ahhh, I like it.”

With that, my mind takes off like a cat springing into action, giving chase to a tiny mouse darting for cover between the rocks on shore.

Letters jump from rock to rock, rearranging themselves into words and phrases quickly; the curious cat leaps to keep up.

“The Feel-In-Body-Curiosity”

“Curiosity IN-THE-FEEL Body”

“Body Curiosity in the Feel”

“Feelin’ the curiosity body”

“THE BODY FEELIN’ CURIOSITY”

“Bodyfeel in the Curiosity”

C’mon, that last one was just plain silly.

Yup. That’s the point.

Just for a moment longer I push past the staid into the silly. Worry about how it sounds or if it makes sense falls away in the moment.

‘How does curiosity feel?”

By now I’m really getting into this. The virtual crowd inside my head goes wild. (Apparently I’m not alone in there.) A scene unfolds before me.

Leftbrain BestBet Beulah, running out of steam, is fading, fading…she stumbles. The torch is scooped out of her hand by RightbrainWhat-if Wendy.

Oh-no!

The torch falls onto the ground. What-if Wendy scrambles as she tries to recover it.

Too late.

Letters tumble against each other one last time.

The crowd goes silent. Will this be the final phrase?

“Thy Bid- One. Feel CURIOSITY.”

Back to reality, I preview my response to Writing Prompt #115. Before staid might again overtake silly, I hit POST.

I wait. No tightness, no ‘rightness’ surfaces. I feel loose, fluid, happy that I let go in the moment and rode the wave of curiosity. Just as Oley, the rockstar discovered, it doesn’t really matter if the mouse gets away when the process of curiosity is fully activated. I’d say that’s a Win-Win.

So the next time you feel even a twinge of curiosity seep into your bones, breathe out, set worry aside; let your mind leap! into the process. Ride the wave of What-if? Give yourself permission to step out of staid and into silly one short moment at a time.

Here’s the thing. Curiosity doesn’t kill the cat…curiosity breathes life in to the cat.

meow

p.s. Interested in these writing prompts? Don’t be shy. Check out The Muse is In Writing Club.

p.p.s. The mouse got away.

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Passion Prey or Passion Play?

Sunday, February 14th, 2010
Closing in...

“I don’t know what my passion is. I have to find my passion.”

Is that true? I wonder if we can let it find us.

“What have you done about it so far?” I ask.  They present a list of their many failed attempts to find and follow their bliss.  I listen.  I witness their pain. I ask more questions.

How do you go about finding your passion? How do you know what to look for? For that matter, how will you know it when you’ve found it?

“Well, I’ll just know.”

Hm. How’s that worked for you so far?

Think about it. What do you feel when you go hunting for something you really want to find? Car keys, house keys, bank card? What energy do you carry with you? Desperation or a What if mind? A determined focus on the outcome or an in-the-flow mind? It’s no different when you go looking for your passion.

Do you stalk your passion like prey? Beat the bushes, create chaos in an attempt to drive it into the open? Try to capture a fleeting glimpse of it so you can hunt it down, claim it as yours and in a blinding flash know your way…feel victorious?  This may happen but the odds aren’t in your favour.  At least that’s been my experience.

Consider this.

What if you acknowledged your desire  for  your passion and then set about preparing a space  for it that’s welcoming, nurturing, flexible, invigorating; a space that allows for growth, change, reflection, relationship not ownership?

How does that feel? Did you just feel your body relax? Open up with ease? Did you feel your ‘what if’ mind spark with curiosity? Did you feel the luv?

The next time you feel the desperate need to find your passion try  this option. Create the space.  Good? Now go play.

About the Photo:

I had dropped to the ground to take a closeup of a crocus blossom.  My Irish Wolfhound closed in, passionate in her desire to protect me from attack. I mean I was laying prone- in need of protection, right? The crocus turned into her prey…until she read my energy and then, alas, the poor flowers became the object of play. The wolfhound snouted the flowers out of the soil and tossed them in the air.  Prancing around, she seized the moment, tossing them up again and again.  Passion play indeed.
P.S. How did she know she’d found her passion? She felt it and it felt like Play.

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