I didn’t lose her after all! The Muse has returned, a bit dusty and windblown, but she’s back. I found her in my desk drawer. (Or should I say she found me?) In there, I came upon an old blank card – a firelit gypsy sitting on the steps of her vardo, stars in her hair, a red fox curled beside her. The back of the card read “Gypsy Firefly” by Angi Sullins and Silas Toball at Duirwaugh Studios.
I Googled duirwaigh.com.
“Duirwaigh – doorway. 1) The door on the human heart which, when opened, causes one to remember one’s magical origins.”
There’s more. Check it out. Charming site. That’s what I meant a while back when I posted about sacred play. Relaxing into the mystery of the unknown and letting it come to me rather than hunting it down, chaining it to my desk, and demanding it produce. I meandered around the site, forgot I was “supposed to be working!” then slid into work as easily as Cinderella into the perfect shoe.
Thank you Muse.