Monday 3 March 2014

The Goddess

For years he had carried around the feeling within his heart, his very soul, of the goddess of his inspiration. She kept him awake at night, trembling with excitement, drove him to dig deep and search his feelings. Athena.

And yet she had no face. Not yet. No physical outline to encapsulate all her potential. His Athena waiting to emerge in flesh and blood. And now, surrounded by bright light, she ascended from the confines of his mind.

The mystical muse, created solely in his mind, was born. Rubbing his eyes, he tried to make sense of what was before him. Dusk had fallen and the change in light played tricks with his eyes. But this was no trick.There she stood, donned in a sheath like fabric that appeared to float around her. She was strength. She was courage. She was light. Today, at this moment, she now had a face and he knew it was she.

Athena, as he had named her, carried him through the good and the bad in his life. Darkness seemed less frightening with her in his mind. Pain diminished. The cacophonous sound of laughter abounded. Her very existence in his mind allowed for creativity to flourish and he felt invincible.

He had to get closer. He had to see her eyes, to see if her soul held all that he had imagined. Taking a step forward, he stopped and hesitated. His heart pounded vehemently in his ears, his hands shook. Would the reality be as wonderful as the dream he had shrouded himself in for years?

As he stood there and watched from afar, he was beholden to her, but which her? The fantasy that existed for years within the dark recesses of his mind that fed his creativity or the woman that stood before him, smiling out at nothing, as though she held a secret no one else knew? 

These were all questions that jumped from his psyche and the answers eluded him. Her physical proximity excised her from his subconscious and he was confronted with a decision without her guidance from within.

Athena. His Athena. His inspiration and muse.

Released from his paralyzing fear, he took a few steps forward, looked straight into her eyes and said, “Hello”.

Talk to me! Are you someone's muse? Have you found your muse?


  1. Audrey, this was so beautifully written. Do I have a muse? Hmmm. That's a good question. I think I have a lot of muses, and they inspire creativity for different things at different times. And I'd like to think I'm my husband's muse Lol.

    1. Thanks Beth -- and I have no doubt that you are your husband's muse!!! I always find it amazing where people draw inspiration from - a flower, a painting, a song. I remember taking a writing course where everyone was shown the same drawing and asked to write what it inspired in them. Every single piece of writing was different. And that is what makes us all so unique :-)

  2. You are such a beautiful writer, Audrey. I was truly moved.

    My muse? A combination of people who inspire me. Great question and such a wonderful and marvelous post.

    1. Thank you for your kind words Cathy. I am glad you liked it. Needless to say, I wrote this from being inspired by someone who found me inspirational. I love how people find inspiration in all the things around them.