I chase her message on the wind, running after it until I catch bits and pieces in my hands and then scramble to decode it, craft it, and produce something worthy of the word "inspired." This summer the Muse blew through me and I caught her message; she prodded me day and night, in waking and dream states, sending me the poetry for these beautiful candles and the teacher I needed to arrive in order to learn to make these in the Old Ways. Here, a photo of manifestation - each candle and message was first a dream, or a flash of an image in my mind, or a painting or print that inspired me, and slowly the process unfolded - color correspondences, sacred oil blends to dress the candles all hand blended by me at the full moon, stones of significance to each goddess wrapped within - until at last the final products sit here, waiting to be sent to their rightful owners. Now I just need the time and space to create the Etsy listings. Four have been purchased even without the etsy listings yet live. These are moving away from me even as they sit in the basket - a product of my hands, the end result of much love and harnessed intuition, ready for the world. All the work of the Muse, blowing through me like the wind, waiting for me to chase her and read the signs.
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