The muse sings with an earnest voice and I believe the words that crack open something long forgotten inside my heart. Those words...how can they be? As if spelled my mind drifts back to a time when I said a prayer. An earnest, wordless prayer. I cast that prayer across the canyon, out, out it journeyed until it found someone who said yes to its invitation.
It’s always about the yes. The muse searches for the one who will lean into the call. Eleven years later I am standing transfixed as my prayer is sung back to me. I have come full circle, and I say “yes, yes,YES one hundred million times yes” in response.
The songs begin, I don’t question where they come from, I simply allow them to come through. I know how this works - head thrown back, eyes closed, senses on overdrive - I take the ride. I have always thought the muse something holy and.......wholly unpredictable, which is why it is important to lean in whenever it extends an invitation.
This time around the ride is different. In addition to the music, there are the dreams; the muse comes to visit even as I sleep, and from some place beyond the unconscious I am dreaming that which is yet to come.
I am the shadow
I am the wind upon your cheek
The words pass through me while fingers play a rather insistent melody and the notes rise higher and higher until they reach a place where the view expands to include me kneeling at the red rock as I dream of the future, while both of us sing, and for the briefest of moments I understand the circle.
It is from this place I see the muse smiling, I reach out and take his extended hand and the future me laughs and says “you know, it really is all about the yes and by the way, I’ve seen the ending so I’m just gonna go ahead and call it. Heads we win!”