This is a card from one of my favorite artists, Jackie Morris. It's from the book The Quiet Music of Gently Falling Snow. Website
“Muses work all day long and then at night get together and dance.” ~ Edgar Degas
Deer Friends,
Um, yeah, those aren't my muses. They belong to the deer people. Oh my. You're thinking there goes crazy Kelly. Well, let me explain. I'm not sure where to start, so I'll probably be all over the place. But you are used to that.
My muse once told me the best way to inspiration is to wander. It doesn't matter how. You can walk, bike, ride a horse, jog, fly, glide, skate, swim...anything you want. Leave the earbuds and cell phone at home. You can do it alone or with a friend.
The whole idea is to just meander your way through the landscape and soak in the scenery. It's quite lovely. Listen it's okay if you don't go home and create a master piece in your own way, if you day dreamed, even a little, you will be better for it. Really.
Um, yeah, those aren't my muses. They belong to the deer people. Oh my. You're thinking there goes crazy Kelly. Well, let me explain. I'm not sure where to start, so I'll probably be all over the place. But you are used to that.
My muse once told me the best way to inspiration is to wander. It doesn't matter how. You can walk, bike, ride a horse, jog, fly, glide, skate, swim...anything you want. Leave the earbuds and cell phone at home. You can do it alone or with a friend.
The whole idea is to just meander your way through the landscape and soak in the scenery. It's quite lovely. Listen it's okay if you don't go home and create a master piece in your own way, if you day dreamed, even a little, you will be better for it. Really.
This is one of my muses. At least I like to think so. She makes me happy. She's also a deer lady. And encourages me to roam.
Yesterday was a gorgeous October day. The temperature was perfect. You almost would have thought it was an early summer day, but, the sun put on its most glorious filter and the light was golden. A ride on the back of my horse with friends was the perfect way to go astray.
We rode in a different area than usual. The ride took us on regular trails, game trails and my favorite, bushwhacking. Making our own trails.
As were were zigzagging our way down the hill a doe stood still in front of us. We gazed at one another for the longest time. She glowed. After a bit she walked off leaving us filled with joy.
We rode off on what looked like the beginning of a game trail. Riding down we disturbed a magnificent buck with an impressive rack. He bolted off. He was wondrous. Listen, I don't want to spread rumors, but I think it was Harry Potter's patronus.
As he ran away a dozen or more does took off from their hiding places. All these white tails were bouncing here and there, to and fro, through the hillside. It was like a wildlife game of whack- a -mole.
We continued our journey and literally went off trail, not on purpose, it really wasn't a trail to begin with. This time we went through bushes so thick it was like swimming in mashed potatoes, hold the gravy.
That's how my muse rolls. She's not one of the elegant women like the one in the top picture. I think she's more of a renegade running a marathon with a meatball parmigiana hoagie. Echo, my black steed and her are in cahoots.
Echo has this uncanny quality where it doesn't matter what kind of peril we are in whether it's running down a hill like The Man from Snowy River. I don't recommend this and truly never asked for it. But you get what you get, so don't throw a fit. But do hold on. Or, fleeing from a scary sound and not paying attention to where she's going, she always, and I do mean always has time to eat on the run. She's gifted.
Yesterday was a gorgeous October day. The temperature was perfect. You almost would have thought it was an early summer day, but, the sun put on its most glorious filter and the light was golden. A ride on the back of my horse with friends was the perfect way to go astray.
We rode in a different area than usual. The ride took us on regular trails, game trails and my favorite, bushwhacking. Making our own trails.
As were were zigzagging our way down the hill a doe stood still in front of us. We gazed at one another for the longest time. She glowed. After a bit she walked off leaving us filled with joy.
We rode off on what looked like the beginning of a game trail. Riding down we disturbed a magnificent buck with an impressive rack. He bolted off. He was wondrous. Listen, I don't want to spread rumors, but I think it was Harry Potter's patronus.
As he ran away a dozen or more does took off from their hiding places. All these white tails were bouncing here and there, to and fro, through the hillside. It was like a wildlife game of whack- a -mole.
We continued our journey and literally went off trail, not on purpose, it really wasn't a trail to begin with. This time we went through bushes so thick it was like swimming in mashed potatoes, hold the gravy.
That's how my muse rolls. She's not one of the elegant women like the one in the top picture. I think she's more of a renegade running a marathon with a meatball parmigiana hoagie. Echo, my black steed and her are in cahoots.
Echo has this uncanny quality where it doesn't matter what kind of peril we are in whether it's running down a hill like The Man from Snowy River. I don't recommend this and truly never asked for it. But you get what you get, so don't throw a fit. But do hold on. Or, fleeing from a scary sound and not paying attention to where she's going, she always, and I do mean always has time to eat on the run. She's gifted.
Deer.
They are truly special. They represent gentleness, love, and beauty. I know two wonderful ladies in my life who absolutely adore deer. Which, it makes a lot of sense because they are part of this special breed.
Deer people have a light in them. There is always a low hum of light. A glow. They also have a dimmer switch where they can up the brightness just a tad, or go whole hog and smother you in light.
While everyone isn't a deer person, everyone has a little deer in them.
My Muse reminded me this on the ride. When we were down the hill we ran into a gentlemen walking his dog. We said hello and he turned up the light and started talking with us like old pals. He shared many things with us about the land, his home, his family and even talked of his grandmother. He's definitely a deer person. A magnificent buck like the one we encountered earlier.
We said our goodbyes, and left feeling lighter and better people after meeting him. And that's a lot because anytime your on a horse you feel great.
We ran into another family closer to home. They were lovely and walking their one year old yellow lab, Albus. Yes, named after arguably the greatest wizard of them all. Albus Dumbledore.
Tell me October isn't magic?
Once home I thanked my muse for reminding me of the deer people in my life and introducing me to new ones. It was a true gift. And don't think I'm not headed back to that area in the spring to see if that spectacular buck will gift me with his shed.
My invitation to you my friends is to go on a quest, a meander, a stroll with a parasol and see what your muse has to offer you. And if you feel so inclined tell me what it was.
Warmest wishes,
Kelly
PS. If you love the image of the muses at the top of the post leave a comment here. Tomorrow at 8 am pacific time I will draw a number using the random number generator to pick a winner. Then I will mail it to you.
They are truly special. They represent gentleness, love, and beauty. I know two wonderful ladies in my life who absolutely adore deer. Which, it makes a lot of sense because they are part of this special breed.
Deer people have a light in them. There is always a low hum of light. A glow. They also have a dimmer switch where they can up the brightness just a tad, or go whole hog and smother you in light.
While everyone isn't a deer person, everyone has a little deer in them.
My Muse reminded me this on the ride. When we were down the hill we ran into a gentlemen walking his dog. We said hello and he turned up the light and started talking with us like old pals. He shared many things with us about the land, his home, his family and even talked of his grandmother. He's definitely a deer person. A magnificent buck like the one we encountered earlier.
We said our goodbyes, and left feeling lighter and better people after meeting him. And that's a lot because anytime your on a horse you feel great.
We ran into another family closer to home. They were lovely and walking their one year old yellow lab, Albus. Yes, named after arguably the greatest wizard of them all. Albus Dumbledore.
Tell me October isn't magic?
Once home I thanked my muse for reminding me of the deer people in my life and introducing me to new ones. It was a true gift. And don't think I'm not headed back to that area in the spring to see if that spectacular buck will gift me with his shed.
My invitation to you my friends is to go on a quest, a meander, a stroll with a parasol and see what your muse has to offer you. And if you feel so inclined tell me what it was.
Warmest wishes,
Kelly
PS. If you love the image of the muses at the top of the post leave a comment here. Tomorrow at 8 am pacific time I will draw a number using the random number generator to pick a winner. Then I will mail it to you.