Ive finally recognized that music is my muse! She is my inspiration in writing. She motivates me, she wiggles in and out of my brain and has her way with me. She is all I have ever really had, and I carry her with me wherever I go; listening to the soundtrack of my life. She dances, she twirls, she shakes her tambourine and rain stick. She causes the words to dance and twirl too and eventually they shake their way out and make themselves known. Music is my muse...but I guess some of you have known that all along. NeeCee, my inner child loves to play in the playground; jumping rope and swinging to her hearts delight and is filled with childish mischievousness. Youve probably seen her at play. NeeCee is well cared for, now. A year of hard work has bought us together...I know how to care for her and nurture her. She is no longer ignored or put on a shelf...she is me and I am her. Oh....but then there is Denise....oh...that Denise...the protectress, who has had to care for NeeCee through her trauma and all her life, and has had to care for herself during those years when she was battling her demons. She would battle for you too, if she felt you needed her. And then, she would slip into obscurity - sometimes years at a time....but always there...simmering and twirling. I finally acknowledged her last week. And then today, a song came into my head...it was Denise reminding me: Dont you forget about me Ill be alone, dancing you know it baby Going to take you apart Ill put us back together at heart, baby. Hard to ignore rage for too long. Its part of the process too! So it looks like another year, dealing with this aspect of my life. A new therapist, a new piece of acknowledged brokenness to be incorporated into the whole of Andrena. It took the betrayal of a friendship (again)...to pull Denise out of her controlled solitude to look at herself/myself in the mirror. NeeCee will swing and skip this one out. Thank you Beth
Posted on: Tue, 23 Sep 2014 22:34:20 +0000
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