A Letter
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Dear Muse,
I’m not quite sure what to say to you, but I was given this task as
homework for a course I’m doing, about learning to stand in my
own power. Part of that is about listening to you, rather than to
other voices I may hear that are relics from the past that I’m
trying to leave behind. The ones that tell me I can’t do things, or
I’ve done it wrong, or that it’s my fault.
You don’t say things like that to me. I don’t actually recall you
saying anything to me. In our last lesson I had to write about how
you communicate with me, and I wrote that I thought you are mute,
because you don’t tell me things, you show me things. Like the time
you showed me the birds nest while I was walking along Brunswick
Street (I think it was Brunswick St) with Kath, or the time you showed
me a bower, again when I was walking with Kath, in the bush. Kath
loves to walk with me because then she gets to see what I see, and I
see all sorts of things. I think this is mostly thanks to you, to your
showing me things. The tiny little treasures I find, like tiny native
orchids growing almost underfoot on a path through the bush, or the
tiny mushrooms, and even the Echidna at Bald Rock! That was amazing.
I never thought I’d see an Echidna in the wild.
Do you like going out at dawn or dusk? I usually don’t, but one time I
think I’ll have to, so that you can show me a platypus. I would totally
love to see a platypus.
I hope the weather improves a bit soon, so we can go out again. It’s not
quite the same in the pouring rain, even though afterwards there is
treasure to be found, in the rain studded spider webs, and the raindrops
sitting on petals, or hanging off the end of a leaf. But still we need the
rain to stop first.
That’s all for now. I’m going to go sit with my daughter and
grandchildren for a bit.
love
melanie xxx
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Originally published at The Onion
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