My Bike Is My Muse
My bike is my muse.
I had this thought the other day while riding my twenty-something-year-old PINK Giant mountain bike. It seems like all I have to do is hop on her and the ideas start to flow.
Sometimes they flow like a river, sometimes they drip like a faucet, and sometimes they flood my mind like a torrential rainstorm.
I’ve tried capturing them by using a dictation app on my phone, or asking Siri to take a note. Sometimes I just have to pull over and grab my notebook.
But more often than not, I merely continue on with the task at hand, which is to go for a bike ride, get some exercise and be outside.
If I were to stop each time my muse threw an idea at me I’d never get my ride in. So, I always say a silent prayer that the important stuff will stick around in my brain until I get home and can write it down.
Technically a muse is an individual (or deity/spirit/guide) who is a source of artistic inspiration. It’s traditionally a woman – a la the nine goddesses, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who presided over the arts and sciences.
But I think anyone or anything can be our muse.
My bike has especially good energy. It was given to me as a Mother’s Day present by my kids a couple of decades ago, made the journey with me to NYC, and rode many miles in the company of my partner, Ralph.
I don’t do races or tours. I don’t do any mountain biking, even though it’s a mountain bike. I don’t do any more crazy NYC city riding like I did when Ralph was alive. I go for fairly leisurely rides by the river that more often than not turn into precious creative time.
It’s no coincidence that this happens most during late spring and summer when it’s Pitta Season. Pitta is all about action, being “fired up”, getting things done.
My Vata creativity melds with my Pitta fire in the summer and sometimes I think I’m going to burst from all of the ideas I have bouncing around in my head.
Have you noticed more emails from me in your inbox lately? I apologize for that, but try as I might adhere to a regular blogging schedule, it just doesn’t work for me. When inspiration hits and I’m able to harness it and bring something to fruition, I have to go with the flow.
In the wintertime, I have a different muse. Two or three, in fact. But that’s a subject for another time. In summer, I’ve decided that my bike is my muse.
The day I started writing this post my friend, Diana, came over to make lunch (the kindest thing you can do for someone who doesn’t like to cook) and share some of her poetry with me.
Lo and behold, she pulled out a book of poems she’s going to publish titled “Multiverses of a Captive Muse”! Big smile. 🙂 I love synchronicity.
Diana has more of a traditional muse by the name of Calliope (one of the nine daughters), who presides over eloquence and poetry.
I think you’ll agree that Calliope has connected with Diana in a deeply profound way. She oozes creativity and generously agreed to share one of her poems with us.
A Muse Got Free
“A muse got free
and her wings cropped by angels
she believed in
She found herself
and her new bangs
sent by aliens,
disguised as strength,
as faith and as the new Life
they will abduct her soul
and take her to new universes
full of forces,
full of powerful horses
that will carry her thru
the highest peak in paradise.
It’s now or never baby!”
– Diana Calliope
Whether it’s a Greek goddess or an old pink bike, having a source of inspiration is a precious gift.
We’re all born with creative potential for whatever we were meant to do in this lifetime. To waste it is sad and makes for an unfulfilled life.
So, I ask you – Who or what inspires you? Do you have a muse? Please share with me below!
Let that Pitta fire light you and create away!