Meet My Muse

I had a dream.  Seriously, one of my best dreams.  I was on a lake, the water was cerulean blue.  The grass was vibrant, green and soft.  Flowers were blooming everywhere.  Trees we so tall, I couldn't see the tops.  Rabbits were hopping by me and smiling.  Butterflies were dancing in a dizzying array of colors around my head.  I was enchanted.

I think I was supposed to be.  Because suddenly she was just there.  This nymph fairy with butterfly wings.  She was sitting on a rock that rose from the center of the lake like a thrown.  She was leaning back on the heels of her hands with her ankles crossed swinging her legs, letting her toes trail through the water.  

Her smile was dazzling.  She glittered.  I would have said that she looked to be encased in diamonds, but that sounds to Twilight like.  Let's just say she glittered in technicolor.  Her voice was lyrical.  Her cadence Irish.  I am fanciful that way.  Besides that is the land of my ancestors, so it seemed fitting.

She kept referring to herself as Muse.  It didn't take a genius to figure out who or what she was supposed to be.  We had a great conversation about my aspirations to be a writer.  She actually did more talking than I did.  I found myself sitting crossed leg on the bank of this lovely river listening to her words of wisdom.

The next day when I woke up I was refreshed and energized.  I rushed to my computer and started writing.  She has been with me ever since.  So imagine my surprise when a couple of years ago, I was visiting with a  friend in Scottsdale, Arizona.  We had gone to a novelty shop so she could be read by a spiritual adviser.  While I was in the shop, I stumbled across a statue of a fairy that was so eerily familiar I had to have it.  

She sits proudly on the corner of my desk in my home office.  We speak to each other nearly every day.  She has been a strong inspiration and one of my good friends.  Tell me about yours.