Carry Me Away

Welcome, cosmic caller. Are you here in search of a bit of attention from the muse? Aren’t we all? I will be sending out a monthly offering in the Inspiration Holler, This is going to be a feature of the paid subscription, and I hope in the future you will consider signing up.

Here is my suggestion on drawing inspiration for the month: try a free write. You may not be able to use everything, you may not even be able to use what you write directly, but it is a great way to connect with the spark of creativity you have inside of you. You may think this is a basic suggestion. Is it so basic you have neglected to use it? Are you investing in specialized journals and apps without getting into the basics of writing and creativity?

Personally, when I have racing thoughts, I like to free-write, and this helps calm them. I don’t always end up with a poem, and when I do I don’t always leave it in this sort of free write format. Sometimes I then break it up into lines and stanzas and fill in some detail. Who says we can’t tap into the Muse, you don’t have to wait for something great to fall into your lap. You can ask for it. You can make it happen.

This piece is one of those free writes I created when I was feeling overwhelmed, and I was trying to organize my thoughts, searching for that stability I needed to write more cohesive pieces for the day and to capture and focus the images. It worked. I wrote it out, and I moved on to write what needed to be written.

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