Dear Creative Muse,
Thank you for the headache.
Thank you for teaching me – again – that trying to force you into something is futile. Just as it is futile for anyone to force ME into anything.
I know now – You are not separate from me. You ARE me. I am you. We are one and the same.
If I let go of control, perhaps my body will catch up to you again, and we can dance like fireflies on the night once more.
I am looking forward to it very much. I can feel it is here already. Now that I no longer have a neat block of time for you.
That is OK.
Let us dance this crazy dance, and light up the world in our own bizarre way.
Dance, Baby, Dance.
Take my hand and twirl me round.
Let’s get carried away again and see what magic emerges through the night.
With Fireflies, Bliss, and Beauty….