I felt like the eternal nymph, muse, and sprite only by my imagination infused with some music in the background. As I define myself as some fantasy creature, my awareness returns to my human state and I smile at the idea for I am nothing like those things. But today I have found my peace at last after some singing and some bowing of the knee.
While enduring this difficult financial time, I work hard to untangle my creative heart that is weighed down by burden. I found myself doing what I have always done, singing to my hearts content and scribbling notes of influence. I suppose I compared myself to those imaginary beings only because as I take note of how others I have loved seemed to have grown, I seem to remain a child floating about like some untameable thing. For a while I mourned it, even specifically to one I had loved much. However, I am happy to recognize that by rejoicing in the successes of others, I have matured and no longer envy because my life has been blessed. I even consider the influence I might have brought about as an artistic individual and I am glad for it.
The rain pours and my attentions come in and out of the window to take part of the natural music of drops hitting the rooftops, pavement, and dirt. Music has taken presidence in my creative life lately and I am not sure why. Perhaps it is time to develop those skills or perhaps my spirit longed for some tool to better express itself. For the time being, poetry and music are my art.