My Muse

The other day I read something, somewhere about someone and their muse.  I remember thinking, "hmmm, do I have a muse?  Why don't they talk to me?"  I was not amused. Ba Dum Dum! Ching! I'll be here all night!

Things are moving rapidly in my world.  I'm getting to really understand holding to the center while around me life is spinning crazily, personally... professionally.. and globally.  Crazy times.  Exciting times.  Feel like all the practice, all the studying, all the wisdom is being put to the test.  My BFF said to me yesterday, "after so many hours doing so much in so many places, why would you stop now?  Everything has led to this point... here it is, what you've been dreaming of."  She's so right.  Do you think she's my muse? Or my daughter, who has suddenly become so wise... showing me things that I am not seeing, who is really my friend... and who isn't? Helping soothe my hurt feelings... Is she my muse?

My other BFF, my husband, has been constantly sending me Reiki... sometimes I start to feel warm and I look over on the couch and he's got one hand up, smiling... "Oh, you felt that?"  He's so cute, learning to use his new found Reiki gift to help heal his wifey, the Reiki Master... it's wild.  My head spins when I start to realize all the events that have led to this time and all the specifics that had to fall into place for everyone to be where they need to be for everything that is to happen...  I have to stop and take a full belly breath to absorb the magnitude of that.  Is the breath the muse?  Or my husband?  Or the Reiki?

I can't believe the support system I have. I never knew it was there.  I mean, I guess I always thought I was the support system (how egotistical is THAT?)  I mean, I always thought that it was my job to help others... and knew that there were many, many kind souls helping me to help others, teaching me and believing in me but I never realized how much they have been holding me up.  As I begin to leap... or fall back.. many hands are there to catch me.  It brings tears to my eyes just absorbing that fact.  So many souls offering to bring me food, offering help and prayers during my surgery... I am blown away.

But the Muse.... ahhh, the Muse has the biggest hands of all.  My partner, the lady I respect most and am joining in a venture that will change both of our lives forever, who is as terrified and excited as I, said, "there are times when I get overwhelmed and want to curl up in a ball and hide, but then I think, hey, we're like the blues brothers here... we're on a Mission from God!  How can we fail?"  Ahhhh, God.  The real Muse.  Working through me, through everyone with a dream, through everyone overcoming obstacles, through everyone working for change, for peace, for the highest intentions of the highest good.

I bow my head in gratitude.  All shall be well.