It can be a sweet song, a harmonious chorus, a loud clap or a gentle whisper. The sphere of muse is a splendor to find, though she can be elusive at times.
Muse has found me in the most peculiar of places; mostly by surprise when looking for something else. After Hurricane Katrina destroyed my home in 2005, I embarked on a journey to capture my spirit, as it was broken and needed healing. I figured the best way to feel unbroken was to remark in nature and take in new undamaged, less chaotic scenery. I planned a road trip which lasted half a month through the desert southwest, finally ending at the Grand Canyon.
Along my journey, closer toward the end, I made a last minute stop at the Painted Desert in Arizona. I would walk from my car for more than a mile before camping for the night. There, alone, in the peace of night under the stars I cried for my heart to heal, for things to change; for time to stop and rewind.
I awoke the next morning and hiked to a small but proud rock dome to watch the sunrise. With the wind nearly blowing me over, I watched as the colors played on the rock with flutes of orange-red, purple, lavender and sand. I knew that I was touched then, just so softly on the shoulder by a force I’d never felt before. For the first time in my life, I could hear the silence; and it was loud.
I did continue on to see the Grand Canyon and all its beauty. But nothing that I found there touched me so much as that morning amid the painted rock. I knew then that I had found myself, though I was never that far away, just too busy looking through a veil of despair. The sphere of muse placed its wide arms around me that morning. My faith was restored; in both humanity and in myself.
Muse can inspire music, art, writing, poetry and everything else that gives this world beauty and love; particularly the soul. The heart always sees muse, even though so many seek it blindly.
The sphere of muse is like a butterfly. You can chase it for miles across an open field, or you can try to catch it in a net. Though many still chase after this beautiful siren, it always perches on your shoulder at the most surprising and perfect moment.