Hallelujah
It's past midnight, the magic hour, and here I am again writing.
Everybody has a muse, a source of inspiration for something to create, endless sources to create, or at least one muse and source, always.
My muse today is Hallelujah. Yes, the song by Leonard Cohen. This is my personal experience with inspiration for writing here, or inspiration to create and express myself creatively in general. The muse usually, in the best days, arrives like a little bird that flies over me and then throws a little feather that lands and keeps tickling me. The tickling is like brief instances of spacing out and flying away chasing the words, the sensations, feelings or thoughts that were just born. The chasing is a real thrill, so very exhilarating. Once that flight is taken, the need to give birth to something is real, even if it's a short blog of not more than five sentences that you and maybe a few of your friends will be the only ones to read it.
The feather of the muse lands on me in a million possible ways. A sound, a smell, a word, a song, a conversation, people, memories, sensations, nostalgia, a dream, art, someone I miss, or that misses me, unexpected beauty that catches me by surprise, heart and generosity, innocence and authenticity, nature, always nature and so much more. As I was saying, the sources are endless, will be endless. But at least one single source from the muse is always there. It's the one to pick and start the fly.
Today my muse is Hallelujah, the voice of Cohen, the undeciphered lyrics, still beautiful, with a layer of biblical mystery and a dose of a tangled sounding love story. Hallelujah came to me today after I unpacked my new guitar and thought to myself what's a song or two I want to start learning to play. Hallelujah! I looked up the word to remember what exactly the meaning is. Means "God be praised" in Hebrew. A little later I thought, what a coincidence that the muse is speaking through Hallelujah trough music tonight, while is Orthodox Easter and my family members are just sending messages with the traditional toast "Christ is risen, we wish you a blessed year!" and pictures of red-dyed eggs.
What I believe to be true from my personal experience with creativity, and what I'm also learning every day from writing this blog, is that the feathers of the muse are continuously thrown to us from the endless sources, to rise and resurrect the dormant God of creation in us. This God sleeps in a well of endless possibilities for expression and creation. The well resides inside of our being and patiently waits for the little feathers to be thrown as keys to unlock the next song, the next blog post, piece of art and the next, and the next and the next piece.
Cheers to the next resurrection of the spirit through pure acts of creation. May the rest of this year be filled will countless of them!
Everybody has a muse, a source of inspiration for something to create, endless sources to create, or at least one muse and source, always.
My muse today is Hallelujah. Yes, the song by Leonard Cohen. This is my personal experience with inspiration for writing here, or inspiration to create and express myself creatively in general. The muse usually, in the best days, arrives like a little bird that flies over me and then throws a little feather that lands and keeps tickling me. The tickling is like brief instances of spacing out and flying away chasing the words, the sensations, feelings or thoughts that were just born. The chasing is a real thrill, so very exhilarating. Once that flight is taken, the need to give birth to something is real, even if it's a short blog of not more than five sentences that you and maybe a few of your friends will be the only ones to read it.
The feather of the muse lands on me in a million possible ways. A sound, a smell, a word, a song, a conversation, people, memories, sensations, nostalgia, a dream, art, someone I miss, or that misses me, unexpected beauty that catches me by surprise, heart and generosity, innocence and authenticity, nature, always nature and so much more. As I was saying, the sources are endless, will be endless. But at least one single source from the muse is always there. It's the one to pick and start the fly.
Today my muse is Hallelujah, the voice of Cohen, the undeciphered lyrics, still beautiful, with a layer of biblical mystery and a dose of a tangled sounding love story. Hallelujah came to me today after I unpacked my new guitar and thought to myself what's a song or two I want to start learning to play. Hallelujah! I looked up the word to remember what exactly the meaning is. Means "God be praised" in Hebrew. A little later I thought, what a coincidence that the muse is speaking through Hallelujah trough music tonight, while is Orthodox Easter and my family members are just sending messages with the traditional toast "Christ is risen, we wish you a blessed year!" and pictures of red-dyed eggs.
What I believe to be true from my personal experience with creativity, and what I'm also learning every day from writing this blog, is that the feathers of the muse are continuously thrown to us from the endless sources, to rise and resurrect the dormant God of creation in us. This God sleeps in a well of endless possibilities for expression and creation. The well resides inside of our being and patiently waits for the little feathers to be thrown as keys to unlock the next song, the next blog post, piece of art and the next, and the next and the next piece.
Cheers to the next resurrection of the spirit through pure acts of creation. May the rest of this year be filled will countless of them!
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