Epistle to My Muse

Dearest Muse,

I am lost without you. Please come back. I have spent days, hours searching for you. I have spent hours in the innocence of my child and you were not there. I have looked for reasons to be angry, which always summons you to my side, and nothing. No Muse. I have lit candles, soaked in tubs of hot water and still . . . nothing. I have spent hours in a fever and drug induced sleep and nothing . . . still. I have listened to tunes of sorrow, tunes of love, tunes of happiness, and you are no where to be found. I have faced the ugliest parts of myself and my life with eyes wide open and no, you are not there either. I have prayed with heartfelt sincerity for those I know and love, those who make my heart ache, and those in a country devastated by tragedy and still . . . nothing. I have meditated with open minded clarity in search of your touch but you elude me even still. Your absence haunts me. Return soon.

Muse Girl

Hide and Seek

Embarking on a quest to find Muse Girl's inner muse. She's AWOL. I'm going to keep a hand-written diary, like in the olden days, for a few days. I'm searching for her . . . maybe if I have a retro-fest and do it the old fashioned way, I'll find her!! I imagine soul searching could require a lot of alone time. A lot of Heineken. A few hot baths by candlelight. I've been stressed like a mother fucker and can't shake it. I complain loudly about little things, but the deep, scary shit stays shoved way down deep for a reason. However, it occurs to me that poor Muse Girl has been smothered a bit lately. So, gonna embark on a weekend of de-stressing. Will post old school diary entries in a few days!