Years ago I yearned to be a muse for artists, perhaps this is why I fell for artistic individuals. It didn’t matter if they were painters, writers, or musicians, if they had artistic ability, I was interested. I then began to learn to deepen my own creativity and explore the beauty that existed within.
Numerous paths to art entered my world, such as various forms of dance, writing, collage art, and even the way I chose to dress. With time, I even became a creativity coach to help bring this out in others. I embraced the phrase Frida Kahlo used as an anthem “I am my own muse.” I even got the word “muse” tattooed on my body, as a reminder that I can be my own muse.
And this past week, unknowingly I was one.
After eating lunch at a restaurant in Granada, a woman waved me over. I had noted she had a sketch pad earlier in the hour, but I didn’t think anything of it. She proceeded to show me the drawings she created of me, as I was talking with my friend. I snapped these two photos to capture the moment, and was honored.
She was a fellow tourist, from the UK, exploring Andalucia with her husband. For a moment, she chose to have an artist date, and offered to show me what she completed. We shared brief life bios, and went on about our days. It was a brief but heart warming exchange.
These sometimes serve as the most fascinating parts of travel, happenstance occurrences with strangers. We could impact each other through philosophical conversations, travel tip assistance, or physically helping another with their luggage. Energy is mutually exchanged. Who knows, you may even sometimes serve as another’s muse.
It Only Takes A Smile 