Since I'm busy for the next several weeks facilitating my 6-week e-course, Creative Alchemy, many of the women taking the course, have graciously offered to write guest blog posts. Yay! Thank you SO much ladies! Here's a new post by Ruth Slater. Enjoy!
"The most potent muse of all is our own inner child." -- Stephen Nachmanovitch
In recent weeks I’ve been in contact with a very dear companion I haven’t acknowledged for a while. She must be the most loyal and patient friend I have especially to put up with habit of dropping her at a moment’s notice and then expecting her to be there the instant I need her.
I must have met her properly when I was about eleven and introduced to her by Chris Fiddes an amazing fine artist and my first ‘proper’ art teacher. He encouraged me to save things for her in an old phone book that I thought she might like, arty adverts, beautiful patterns and things I’d like to paint at a later stage. My offerings to her developed as time went on and became more sophisticated in the form of elaborate books with interesting covers and things to be opened out tucked inside the books ready to discover. The language I used to communicate with her became more eloquent and descriptive so she really understood who I was and what I wanted us to achieve together.
She responded to my offerings with insightful discoveries, wonderful ideas and possibilities. It seemed the more I gave her the more she in turn wanted to give me back. Like all friends there were times we lost touch for periods of time, work got in the way, new boyfriends made her a gooseberry and she withdrew politely never causing a fuss. Then when I needed her again there she was waiting patiently, warmed by a walk in the Botanics or beachcombing for treasure. The discovery of a discarded piece of pottery or a shark’s egg case could have her linking my arm in no time and chatting away again like nothing had ever happened.
I bet you wonder what she looks like and how I come to have such an amazing friend that seems so generous and forgiving. She seems a similar age to me although I’ve never asked her directly. She is calmer and more patient than me but can get wildly excited sometimes and is difficult to contain if she thinks she must be heard. She dresses in things I wouldn’t have the courage to and says exactly what she thinks, however inappropriate. She always stands on my right hand side and has the most delicious, dulcet tones you just can’t ignore, goading me on to bigger and better things than I could ever imagine.
I communicate mostly with her in these notebooks and always carry one with me for the times when I might forget something she tells me or she sees something I might like. We go back to these messages, letters and offerings together and remind ourselves of times we shared and they bring us back to feelings of excitement and frisson when we might be feeling low or distant. I must have over thirty of these notebooks and along with dazzling insights there are shopping lists and phone numbers reminding us of what and where we were at the time, transporting us back there instantly.
The very best times with her though are right before I fall asleep and that drifting sensation starts. The she comes into her own and imparts the most amazing ideas that simply can’t be ignored; they permeate my dreams till I wake up with a developed idea that I know I must execute. In fact if I didn’t I know she’d be quite offended and keep on suggesting it till I took action.
Deep in the very essence of my core my Muse resides, we are stitched together right at the soul, the deepest connection possible. I know without any doubt that we will be together through this lifetime and beyond.
"The muse on my shoulder is very sensitive and does not abide claptrap of any kind... Only when I am totally immersed... absorbed in work... does she allow something magical to happen and I become aware of a faint heartbeat and gentle breath emanating from my brush." --Catherine Stock