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How Much Grief…

Can one endure before they explode into a million pieces and dissolve?


What I love today…

A reminder of what it means to be a child

“Know you what it is to be a child? It is to be something very different from the man of today. It is to have a spirit yet streaming from the waters of baptism; it is to believe in love, to believe in loveliness, to believe in belief; it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches, and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul.” -Francis Thompson

An Intro

When I made this site, and needed to come up with a title the first thing that popped into my head was Invoking the Muse.  It seems a little silly, and sounds so grand as if I am venturing out on some huge undertaking…

But I’m not.

I am simply a woman who lives in the Midwest, that has been married for almost half of her lifetime, is the proud mother of three children who has a deep need inside to pursue a creative mode of life.

The Muses have fascinated me since I first stumbled upon Greek Mythology in the 3rd grade.  When I go visit the Cleveland Museum of Art, one of the first galleries I need to visit is the one that holds the giant paintings of four of the Muses.

So what am I doing?  I’m pushing myself out of my comfort zone. I am writing even though the voice in the back of my head tells me that I’m not good enough, witty enough, smart enough or disciplined enough to do it. I am sharpening my photography skills, because there seems to be some ability there that could possibly be developed further with practice and study.

I do these things because I lose myself.  When I am behind a camera all that exists is what I see and my breathing. Every care lifts, all worries are gone, there is just the pursuit of beauty. When I write I am able to leave cares behind and enter a new world with imaginary people sorting out life’s problems, and I can set my own on a shelf for me to pick up later.

The Muses are invoked because I need them.

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