I was blessed last night to find this video reminding all of us artists that what we have does not come from ourselves. When I was in college, I used to talk about the Holy Spirit as my Muse, and I would converse with Him CONSTANTLY. I would see magic and I would when it needed to be written, and I would know when I just had to breathe it in, maybe to write it later. Somewhere along the way I lost that. and I have begrudged myself that separation since. It is time now to forgive that stubborn refusal to participate in the Muse and ask Him to return. Like the Prodigal Son, the Sinner returning to God, I beg His forgiveness for running away, and ask Him for nothing more than to be the kitten at His feet. I pray that He is glad at my return, and may the feast be one that showers upon every man, woman, or child that comes in contact with me.