But Can I?

Can I summons the muse?

The vessel is empty.  Has been for some time.  Once in a while, you outgrow a place.  Your place in the place.  You long for different adventures.  To challenge yourself.  To go where no man has gone before.  Well, that is a tad dramatic, but you get where I am going.

Randy comes again today.  His fourth time hauling things away.  Hauling memories, joys, and lots of work in the yard.  I won't miss the latter.  Truth is, I want to do other things now.  It is time to jump back into the pot.  Mix things up. Stand up for another cause.

I admire those who stand up.  Some share their experiences on Fb.  Many share themself.  Selfies, I am, I am.  Those bore me.  But I love the nature photos and there are some amazing photographers and naturalists on Fb.

My thoughts drift back in time.  I think of all the people I have had the pleasure to learn from.  Helene in my late twenties showed me how to stand up in front of a large group.  Take my case to the people.  She saw things in me I didn't.  Or just maybe, she needed another warm body to carry the torch. I was glad to do so.

My english professor taught me to get at the crux of things.  To dig and take the reader and myself to another level.  I miss his mentoring.

But my grands continually teach me humility.  Patience.  That they are here for the first time as am I.  You are, too.  Have we already forgotten everything is at once new even if we don't feel it?

Humanity continues its struggle.  Egos get in the way, propel us, block us.  But a good friend, someone who checks up on you.  Wow, that is beyond priceless.  Like my friend.  She called the other day to see how I was handling 'the move.'  She wanted to know what she could do.  Reminded me that while she is tearful at my departure, she beams with delight knowing I am where I am supposed to be.  She is, too.

I think I am already begin to summon the muse.