The Muse

The Cable Across the River

CABALLO LAKE SP, NM—The other day I was telling Glenn that when I don’t feel inspired by a project, I simply don’t work on it (assuming it doesn’t have a deadline). I put it off until inspiration hits again. More often than not, my passion re-ignites and an inner beauty manifests as elegant prose, inspired imagery, or a powerful insight.

The mind, obsessively focused on goals, constantly yells at us to “do,” but if we’re not feeling the passion, then we are living inauthentically. We’ll phone it in. We’ll do a lousy job. We’ll sell ourselves short.

I’m becoming more and more convinced that the Muse in us… is God in us (see the Duplex Personality). That we feel Her through excitement and inspiration and passion. That if we learn to listen to Her whispers—that if we put more value in our heart than our head—then Beauty will come into being in whatever we do.

Of course I could be wrong, but where’s the harm?

The less there is of you (trying, trying, trying), the more there is of Her.