Child of the old gods

I cannot imagine writing without a muse, but that term is so often misunderstood by people. Traditionally a muse was one of the nine goddesses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, but today it can mean someone who inspires creativity.

A muse can be anyone, a friend, a spouse, a lover, or even someone seen from afar and never spoken to, but something about them feeds my creativity. They ignite the ideas that make stories and paintings come into being. They are that link that taps into the old gods, the ambrosia and nectar that sweetens life and gives it meaning.

My Muse inspired me with their own work long before they began to influence mine. I had been without a muse for a very long time before I realized that I had a new one, maybe the best one ever and in the end it was not their work so much as the tenor of their ideas that drew me in. 

Here was a person who embraced ideas I found profoundly appealing.  A well rounded soul who was both an activist and a creator. A person who was incredibly well groomed and exquisitely mannered while still being completely natural and tuned into nature, sometimes even scruffy. 

My Muse is truly a child of the old gods, who stirs my imagination until it is swirling around full of so many ideas I don't know where to begin.