Embracing the Love-Hate Relationship I once Feared.

Via Devon Martin
on Feb 26, 2017
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The dance with the creative muse is a give and take—a love-hate relationship.

Mine is bossy and demanding. She tends to show up as a needy partner asking for attention at the most inconvenient times. Like a dependent cat meowing for food when I’m in the middle of something important, she screams louder as I get closer. Only when she starts eating is there a moment of silence.

My muse rebels against schedules and wants to dance in the flow. Moments of opportunity that drop out of nowhere, like the dawning of inspiration.

She likes to keep me awake at all hours of the night, because I’m finally still and quiet enough to listen.

“Ah, you’re available,” she says, as I’m telling myself I should really be getting some sleep.

Sometimes I try to avoid her, for a million different reasons, but mostly because it feels as if she is trying to interfere with my daily adult responsibilities.

What I’m realizing is that I’ve been afraid of her—her power, her whispers of truth, the connection I feel to a higher source. One that can not be described in words, but only felt as a deep resonance in the heart. One that realigns my cells, that calls on me to show up in my full potential.

Embracing my muse can be scary because she doesn’t follow logic. There is no plan, no goal or concrete outcome. She simply demands presence. She asks me to receive and listen, inviting me to witness her magic and join her in the dance.

When I respect her, she offers me the most precious gifts of insight: collective wisdom, higher truth and challenges for growth.

She slaps me in the face and pushes me to be better. She teaches me that when I offer her a container and safe space to express, she will give me a glimpse of my purpose—guiding me back to self-love and the mysteries of life.

My ego-self has an agenda and opinion about how to function in society. But my muse destroys my grasp of control.

She begs me to trust her. She says, “I see you. I need you. Please listen. Please love me.”

When I open to this love and transform struggle into embrace, she jumps for joy. She no longer nags me or screams, but slowly and succinctly offers me the ripe fruits of what I’m here to offer the world.

She is my greatest teacher and most powerful guide. A force who shows me my strength and holds me when I cry.

When I honor her words, I honor the deepest aspects of myself—the calling out of the chambers of darkness into the light.

We all have a connection to this creative force.

Are we listening?

Are we respecting her?

Are we giving her a space to dance free?

If you are wrestling with this relationship, I invite you to slow down for just a few minutes and listen to the whispers of your soul, your muse.

Let her take you to places you may never have explored.

Let her be of service to the world, with you as her dance partner.

 

Author: Devon Martin

Image: Courtesy of author; painting via Jeff Martin 

Editor: Nicole Cameron


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About Devon Martin

Devon Martin is a writer, world traveler, ecstatic dancer and challenger of norms. In 2012, she took a leap of faith from her corporate life in NYC and has been an adventuress ever since. With the fuel of asking herself, “What makes you feel alive?” she decided her journey to transformation and healing. She has explored a dozen new countries, while residing mostly in Bali, Indonesia.

As a committed student to life and the healing arts, she integrates both practical and spiritual systems to help guide others back to self-love and alignment. She is a Reiki Master, Yoga Teacher and a certified Human Design Professional. She shares her stories and teachings though her direct experience, in the hope that she can inspire others on their journey. She believes that life is a dance, and is endlessly fascinated with the human experiential way. Check out more from Devon on her blog, Instagram, and Facebook. You can contact Devon at [email protected]

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