I feel that listening to the muse, faithfully following where she leads, can be a dangerous, exhilarating road. Much may be asked of one, much that one might not wish to suffer, but to choose the muse is to choose revelation over platitudes. You might not even like what you see but it is guaranteed to shake you. One might be called upon to develop one’s craft as a musician or artist or writer or any multi fold calling, and when those things are hard, we must still find our way among the stones, because it is our wyrð, and therefore, worth doing, even if it makes us unrecognizable to ourselves and perhaps others.
I feel that listening to the muse, faithfully following where she leads, can be a dangerous, exhilarating road. Much may be asked of one, much that one might not wish to suffer, but to choose the muse is to choose revelation over platitudes. You might not even like what you see but it is guaranteed to shake you. One might be called upon to develop one’s craft as a musician or artist or writer or any multi fold calling, and when those things are hard, we must still find our way among the stones, because it is our wyrð, and therefore, worth doing, even if it makes us unrecognizable to ourselves and perhaps others.
I just read another stirring essay about creativity: https://open.substack.com/pub/poeticoutlaws/p/the-poet-and-the-world?r=1m79ud&utm_medium=ios
Thank you, Diana for your thoughtful commentary.
So many good points.