Inspirations, Muses and Leftovers

Have you ever wanted to stop everything you were doing, sit on the ground and scratch out in the dirt what you have just seen thought or understood? Can you imagine that that power sometimes overtakes the will-power to not run home and scrawl down even the things that you do not think makes sense? Then consider that the power is not yours.

Whenever that most magnificent and frustrating event occurs we are lucky enough to be accompanying something more than what we are. It spills out onto a page, or a canvas, or is strummed across a guitar, sometimes we are even lucky enough to step back and realize that it is beautiful; so beautiful that we then forget the way people see us and just want people to see what we've done.

Lady's and Gentlemen that is the charm of a Muse.

Like Comming Home

At age six I learned a motto that has been influential in my life from the original My Little Pony's Movie, "Home is where the Heart is." As that little Gnome sang and danced I thought I knew what he meant. That Home is where you put your heart. Indeed I did discover this last weekend that I have put my heart at home. But that is only because years of comfort love and understanding have dragged it there and given it a worm cookie. And if you give a heart a cookie, it's going to want some milk to go with it.

So that is how I have come to the conclusion that a homey feeling comes when your hear is already in something, and NOT when you put it there by force. So I began an experiment. I decided to put as much of my pride and principles aside as passable and see what exactly Mr. Gnome meant.

When I traveled back to California I decided to be with and do whatever reflected the feeling I got on my living room couch. Thankfully Owl City matched that description, and Disneyland did too. But so did Country music, and California Adventure. That, and being a Republican unfortunately...make me happy. *Sigh* so I am going to do everything in my ability to feel as at home as passable so that I may figure out where the Devil my heart lives, despite my pride.