Sometimes you learn a story, see a picture or hear a song and your brain just fires up- all of the sudden the lights go on and you know at that exact moment in time you have found your muse.
You can write, sing, find a sport you love, doesn’t matter exactly but that feeling- what a rush.
Here are a few things that fed my imagination over the years.
Arthur Davidson and William S Harley
I’ve always wanted to own a Harley but I never got around to it. I do ride though and when I was a teenager I found a kitten who was too young to leave her mom. I brought her home and she lived to be almost 20 years old. I named her Harley Davidson. Not because she was a fighter or a survivor or one heck of a hunter.
I named her Harley Davidson because she used to leak like one.
Her name was inspired.
Machu Picchu in 1912.
When I was little I was told that this place was full of ghosts and powerful spirits. So it probably wasn’t a place you should go to unless you wanted to risk bringing some of the ghosts home with you.
I get it, it’s a tourist place and people go there everyday and I guess I’ll get around to it eventually. But for the moment, I prefer to think of it as a sacred place you should be invited to visit. Like a spirit animal or a possessed person will show up and tell me it’s time to go.
So I guess I’ll wait until that happens.
It makes for a better story in my mind and that feeling inspired by Machu Picchu has ended up in several of my short stories.
Seal to King Tut’s Tomb
I’m of two minds when it comes to the tombs and mummies of ancient Egypt.
On one hand, we are opening up graves and putting human remains on display for our edification and amusement.
I have replicas of a full sized human skeleton and various bones, but no real ones. I don’t consider them ornaments. I think I picked up that feeling after working in a Funeral Home because I don’t remember feeling that way before.
However, to be able to look into the face Ramses The Great or see jewelry or artwork that was never intended to be seen by human eyes carries the feeling that you are being allowed into a special and dare I say it- spiritual world that the living don’t get to visit. It’s an honor.
I think the Pharaohs would approve.
And that was just a taste of the places and people who have inspired me, who whispered in my ear, ” I have a story to tell you!”
I’m glad I listened.
It’s always worth it.
Daily Post Prompt: Enthusiasm