That “old maestro of the guitar” spoke true. When I’m feeling that energy and playing a song that I’ve never played and will never play again, it surges throughout my entire being, and I only realize later that I’ve been unconsciously tapping/stomping my foot to the rhythm of the fleeting muse. I “can’t dance”, but when I do dance, I stomp my feet. It’s a sort of Morse code between me and Gaia. I feel her energy fill me from my feet upwards and I dance. Of course I look silly while doing so. As well it should be.

As I’ve been clearing my mind and my life of things that no longer serve me, I’ve become more aware of the poetry in my everyday activities. I feel the flow of a song when I’m weaving in and out of the flow of traffic. The give and take of a conversation and the silence in between is a poem never written.

The inspiration of the muses may indeed be fleeting, or at least appear that way. However, I’m discovering that my muses never truly leave me. I just stop listening, stop feeling. Well, I’m listening and feeling more than ever now and in the words of John Mellencamp, it “hurts so good”!