O! for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brightest heaven of invention.
~ William Shakespeare ~
I had a talk with myself this morning. I put on some calming music, took some deep breaths, reflected/meditated/rested for about 5 minutes, and then wrote – to myself, from myself. I let myself type out everything She wanted to say; this on-fire muse, the Sacred Feminine, the Divine bonfire that dwells within.
She had plenty to say, including this.
You sit around wishing, wondering, and being afraid when, in fact, there is NO need. You already have everything (and more) that you need. Fan the flame! Light the fire. Burn things down! And heat things up!
She told me that I already have:
And yes, the fire!
When I use my strength in the service of my vision
it makes no difference whether or not I am afraid.
~ Audre Lorde ~
As I was in the midst of these thoughts, another story came to mind, undoubtedly directly from Her, as well. It’s in the book of Isaiah, within the Hebrew Scriptures; self-narrated by Isaiah. He has this vision. It happens a lot and, parenthetically, makes me wonder why we doubt our own so quickly, so readily, so consistently. (‘Just wrote about another guy having one of those a couple days ago!) I’ve taken some liberties in what follows, for sure; and, I can. No
I saw Her…high and exalted, seated on a throne; and the train of her robe filled the temple. Above her were seraphim, each with six wings: With two wings they covered their faces, with two they covered their feet, and with two they were flying…Then one of the seraphim flew to me with a live coal in its hand, which it had taken with tongs from the altar. With it, the seraphim touched my mouth and said, “See, this has touched your lips…” Then I heard Her voice saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
The voice of my muse is not lost on me (at least this time); nor the reality of my own live coal. Being called. Being sent. Sparks. Flames. A burning taste of and for the Divine.
Here am I. Playing with fire.
Mmmmm hmmmm. Very hot.