Beautiful Muse

For over 30 years, this lovely lady was the window covering in my grandmother’s bathroom. I used to love spending time in that magical space when I was a girl. The entire room was pink – the tile, sink, toilet, tub, and sparkly wallpaper – plus a Fairy Princess lived there! In that ultra-feminine place, experimenting with my grandmother’s cosmetics, I felt privy to all the secrets of womanhood.

When my grandmother died, the Fairy Princess became mine and evolved into a Garden Goddess. I still can’t believe I was so foolish as to place her out in my perennial gardens where anything might have happened. A tree branch could have fallen on her. A baseball could have shattered her to pieces. Luckily, the only thing that happened was her rustic wood frame disintegrated around her from exposure to the elements, and I learned my lesson about being careless with family heirlooms.

Without a safe way to display her, I slid her in the space between my dresser and the wall, where she stayed for years until an opportunity to restore her arose. A neighbor had started making stained glass art, so I asked him if he knew where I might have a frame made for her. Within days, he was carrying her away to his backyard workshop to make a custom frame. The result is what you see in the photo.

Now she’s the window covering in my living room, and her presence has coincided with a creative reawakening in my life. I’m blogging again after a near-year hiatus, and practicing yoga on the floor in front of her several days a week before sunrise, something I haven’t done at home in years. The Garden Goddess has evolved into my Muse.

Inspiration is all around us, in books, music, art, nature. Sometimes it’s tucked away in corners waiting to be rediscovered. So often we look for something or someone new to come along and inspire us, when what we really needed may have been there all along.

My grandmother at age 18, newly engaged to my grandfather.