Compelled to Create ~ Embracing your Muse

Compelled to Create ~ Embracing your Muse

Inspriation is an intangible yet insparable part of the creative process. Nearly all creative possibilities are related to the muses that inspire us. The ancient Greeks believed that all creation, whether artistic or scientific in nature, were motivated by goddensses who served as the literal embodiment of inspiration. These were the Muses ~ the givers of the creative spark. We still rely on muses to drive the creative process, though ours may take a diverse range of forms. People we meet, intriguing ideas, movies, books, nature, and cultural ideals all have the potential to awaken our imaginative minds. When we are touched by our muses, we understand that we are capable of producing our own unique kind of greatness.

Many people move through life unaware of the presence of their muse. This lack of awareness can be compounded by the fact that we may have one muse that remains with us throughout our lives, multiple muses that inspire us concurrently, several muses that come and go as necessary, or a single muse that touches us briefly at specific moments. You will know that you have found your muse when you encounter a force that makes you feel courageous enough to broaden the range of your creativity. The presence of this force will erase your self-doubt and motivate you to give your thoughts and feelings form. Should your muse continue to elude you, however, there are steps you can take to increase your chances of falling under its inspired influence. If you surround yourself with people who support you, keep a pen and paper handy, immerse yourself in culture, and brainstorm frequently, you will soon reconnect with your muse.

Once you have identified your muse, embrace it by giving yourself over to the creative inspiration it provides. No matter what you are moved to create, you will find that neither fear nor criticism can penetrate the wonderful bliss that goes hand in hand with the act of taking an idea and turning it into something the whole world can enjoy.

(I ran across the above one day; author unknown; but I’ve enbraced it.) It spoke to my heart; the ink that flows through my vains spilling words on bare pieces of paper. Long ago I said, “it’s I that am pursuing writing!” It took almost a life time to realize that the box of what I’d called, “my closet writing” (for only my eyes only) had in actuality been my “Muse” if you will, “writing pursuing me! Oh, what joy to finally be free!

Most of the time when my pen reaches out for my hand, I’ve no idea what’s about to spill out. Other times, the whole creative process is alive in my brain, screaming at me; run get your pen and a pad; we’ve got work to do! It amazes me sometimes when this happens, my pen in hand just writes; “it” tells me when I’m finished. I stop, set it aside and later go back and read words; be they short stories, proses or poems and wonder where did “this” come from? I’m in love with the creative process; regardless of the form…………………………..Rachealgrace Adams

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

IMAGERY


A child’s voice raised in song
A minute away from snowing
A dancing bag in the wind  
Heart beats
A kiss
The touch of another’s hand in mine
A smile
Tears
Electric air before a storm
Hurt
A dog on a path between trees without a master
Falls colors
A road to nowhere
A lonely gray field
Framing a sun with my hands
A frozen lake
A broken steeple clock
A dead tree in a green meadow
Snow between mountains
Clouds of a storm
Concrete buildings crowding streets
A baby’s footprint
Seashells
A boat under a sunset
An amber sun caught between trees
The blink of an eye
An empty swing
Cartwheels
An icy highway
Wind chimes
A pen out of ink
A locket
A child’s stick drawing
The moons edge
Sunrise
The lines of desert sand waves
Flame colored rocks
Purple deserts
Drifting clouds
A church choir
A clear starry night
Black and white shadows on the top of a forest
Sun rays peeking through fallen branches
Diamonds glistening on emerald leaves
An empty campground
A path with no footprints
Trees I can’t see the tops of
A child holding a camera for the first time
The smell of a puppy
A bird’s song
The smell of sage
The old man in rags against a stone building
Waves of an ocean
Steam rising from gutters
Flying above clouds
A beach without footprints
A volcano’s lava
A sails first wind
A mustang running
The first time I held my child’s hand
The base of twisted tree trunks
Springs first purple wild flowers
A country fenced dirt road
Pick cherry blossoms
The smell of lavender
A tree that won’t die
A broken spirit
The birth of something I can’t see
The bridge I’ll never cross
The hum of a voice in a voiceless forest
Trees of amber in fall
A belly full of life
A field of wild poppy’s
Reflections on a glass pond
Remembering a life of things I left behind ~
These are God’s finger prints.

Rachealgrace Adams……10/24/2012
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8 comments:

  1. AnonymousJanuary 24, 2013 at 9:57 PM

    Dear Rachealgrace you forgot put one important thing in your poem...... the kitchen sink. Everything else is IN:

    -Purple deserts
    -Broken spirit
    -Volcano’s lava
    -Sunrise
    -Bridge
    -Kiss
    -God’s finger??????

    Froth about anything.

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    1. Rachealgrace AdamsFebruary 12, 2013 at 9:34 PM

      Well, I tried....Somehow I did forget the kitchen sink. Some felt each one could be a poem of it's own..One or two felt it could be shorter. I think we all can make our own lists....Thank you for commenting. Hope you'll stop by again....

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  2. Elisabeth Zguta, AuthorMarch 9, 2013 at 9:06 AM

    Rachealgrace,
    I love this poem and the reflections of life it reverberates. Also, I agree with your sentiments above about embracing your muse. It is often difficult to find, and too easy to lose in the crowd of life. Thank you for your words and vision.

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    1. Rachealgrace AdamsApril 9, 2018 at 10:32 AM

      Elisabeth, I know this is a very late reply. Illness plus work has kept me away. I plan to be back here really soon. Thank you for your lovely comment. I hope I will see you again.

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  3. scotthastiepoetJune 6, 2013 at 4:23 PM

    My first time here and Wow! This first piece is impressively sustained and tenderly soulful - loved it! I alos agree with Elisabeth your clear minded eloquence on the topic of the joy of the muse was also insprational... I shall be back! With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com

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    1. Rachealgrace AdamsApril 9, 2018 at 10:33 AM

      Dear Scott, thank you for visiting my blog. Please forgive my late reply. Life has its way with us. I plan to start posting here soon. I hope you see you again, its always my pleasure...

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  4. sonatavivaceNovember 29, 2020 at 3:53 AM

    ethereal, lyrical, evocative and charming. Reminds me of 2 poems I wrote in 1999---THE PAST and SEA IMAGES, not sure whether I can find them to send to you. May I have your email address? Have self-published 2 anthologies, hope to launch a 3rd by June 2021. With warm wishes. I live in Melb. My address sonatavivace@gmail.com

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  5. Voo Shining StoneMarch 3, 2022 at 8:16 PM

    what an amazing write!!!! wow!

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