Life has been up and down the last few weeks. I lost my desire to be creative. My muse has been silent.
My dad was an amazing man. He was a simple man. A man of few words. But I learned to be honest, giving and kind from him. I learned that creativity is a blessing to be nurtured and that art, of any kind, is beautiful and personal. And I loved him with all my heart.
On October 10 dad had a heart attack and on October 13 he died. At 56 I was suddenly reduced to a four year old child, completely consumed with the loss of my daddy. Lost, in pain and confused. We knew he wasn't well. We knew his time was soon. I thought I was prepared. But I wasn't. And now, nearly a month later, I'm still trying to move forward, one step at a time.
I'm feeling my muse trying to speak to me - telling me to get out and look at the world. See the things that dad found so beautiful - the fall colored leaves, the misty mornings, the warmth of the sun. I'm slowly pulling the curtain back - and just when I think its clear to come out, it hits me again.
But I will survive. Dad taught me that. Life does go on. So today I will go out and look at the world. I will see the things he loved and I will smile. Welcome back my muse.