My Dancing Muse. ~ Edith Lazenby

Via Edie Lazenby
on May 24, 2013
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As Light as Air

There Are No Shoes for Dancing with My Muse

I named my angel once but my Muse is more elusive….She does not have a name or a face, well, unless we include the moon and her magic. The moon is the mirror of my Muse but I never really see her.

But I feel her. I feel her do the bump with me at night when I am getting ready to change the channel on the television. She gyrates and moves her hips to wake my creativity and I never remember whether I changed the channel on the tv but she changes the channel in me.

She channels my innermost being. Her hands do dancing Mudras as I dream and she works meaning into the night even though all I do is sleep.

Sometimes she asks me to jitterbug when all I want is rest. Yet her feet move and the beat grabs my heart and something opens inside, butterfly wings touch the edges of my eyes and I begin to see what has no name.

Then the wind that gives the butterfly reason blows in my belly and I begin to fly on feeling.

Words start tap dancing. Moons find the night. Stars shoot across the darkness of my mind.

The canvas of time evaporates into the ether and I am only the space I take up on the couch. I lose myself to her. I surrender without struggle. I am not the wave or the salt water. I am not the tide. I am the sea.

I can bless all life or destroy the land. I can churn into a Tsunami or save a child from drowning. I can cradle the moment in the ebb and flow or crash it on the shore till hope breaks into despair.

My Muse is with me always. We met when I was 9 years old. My first poem was about a cat. I did not even like cats and now I have four. I am sure she knew.

She knew me before I knew what love could hold. She knew loss courts us all and she teaches me to waltz with loss on a good day, do the tango on a bad day and I can even rap on those days loss tickles more than it tears.

My Muse is loyal like the moon and like the moon she sometimes hides, sometimes glows and sometimes gives wolves reason to howl.

Mostly, my Muse gives me a window to look out of when I am too far in and window to look into when I am too far out.


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About Edie Lazenby

Edith Lazenby's first love is poetry. Her second is yoga. Life unrolls in ways she could have never have imagined. She loves to love and live life daringly. Leap and the net will appear is how the saying goes but they don't tell you what to do after it disappears. Edith lives in Baltimore with her cat, Cucumber. She works all the time, it seems, these days. Life is good. Blessings are many.


2 Responses to “My Dancing Muse. ~ Edith Lazenby”

  1. Carolyn Riker says:

    The moon is in me too and dances with my heart! Thank you Edie! This is delightful! xoxo