Is your muse hidden, nowhere to be found? Has she grown tired of seeing you lick your war wounds. Or has she escaped your, figuratively speaking, drunken tirades that you delight in when you’re feeling infinitely insecure, seeking refuge in some other great vessel. Is she a he? Is she a cause? Is social justice, perhaps fighting the patriarchy, your light? Or has the muse of your passion tree not yet born fruit.
Maybe your muse is like a delicious Colorado peach, just not yet in season but waiting to be playfully plucked. Before you achieve greatness, you must identify your muse. Your muse is that which lights your fire and excites you to get out of bed at 3 AM, despite Fido giving you an evil eye for disturbing his sleep. The muse may pull you even from your real-life naturally naked bride during your hedonistic honeymoon. The muse is that perpetually powerful and fierce force.
Step 1. Identify your muse. What spurs you to smile, cry, yell or fight? In a hundred years time, how would you like to be known? Are you hopeful of becoming a healthy healer, gushing-with-ideas guru or titanic-sized thought leader? You can find the root of your muse, namely, by flushing out of your mind that which pulls at your heart’s desire?
Pull harder if you need to. Ask your family of friends and friendly family for clarity, too? But trust your gut. Only you know wherein lies the muse. You can beckon her but not they. For they don’t know your spirit, your soul or your inner workings. Only you can shine a light on that. And when you find her, she will most naturally be in repose au naturel and waiting for her lover — you. (This was added to wake up the male readers!)
Beyond a query of the deep recesses of your mind, look at your surroundings. Artifacts of what she had for breakfast and likely lunch will be evident. Put on your discoverer’s hat and investigate these territories. What bodacious books are on your beautiful bookshelf? What art or posters are on your walls juxtaposed with your favorite female nudes? (I’m assuming you’re French. Ha ha.)
Where do you currently invest your time and treasure? What cause would you spill blood for or have? When you’re ecstatically elated, what triggered this? Angered by societal and social matters? Ask a social justice warrior if they’ve found their merry muse? You’ll see it in their acts, at least for the ones that have found her.
When you find your muse, she will punch your creativity into high gear, and your innovations will spill over. Writer’s and/or entrepreneur’s block, etc., no more. She will be your nuclear fuel. Mars awaits. Strap in because there’s no off switch.
Step 2. Nurture and make love to your muse. Yet now you’ve found her, and she is beautiful. So now don’t lose her, because she may be foolishly finicky and not want to waste time with someone who would sinfully squander her gifts of gold. Water the garden of love for her, pull those weeds, and stay focused on the mission guided by your muse and mistress.
Take care of yourself as not to burn out. So take your new bride out and love her. She is yours as long as you lavishly heap love on her. And don’t be naughty or neglectful or you’ll wake up in the night all alone, once again, with nothing but wonderment and wishes. All that will be left will be your memory of her and the echo of your still voice in that dark chamber of your inconsolable mind.
The muse is our gift from above, but she must be cherished, nurtured, and loved on a daily basis or suffering will result. She drenched you with her light, hope and dreams that they may be fully transformed to you. It’s time to stop the silly suffering and win at life and with your art and innovations. Your impact. There is no more time now for drunken eyes and thoughts — no self-pity.
Now take your muse to the corner bistro and show her off. You’re now a richer person than Donald Trump. As with her by your side, no one can claim a better life. Your impact on the world will be known. Just keep watering that garden and the fruits shall soon bear. Trust in that.