That an artist should have a muse is essential but I sometimes think I did just as well before I knew who she was because as my spiritual intimacy with her increased the more uneasy I felt. I wanted her to come and I wanted her to go. Granted I became very productive as the result of loving her, and the small book I wrote about my experience of meeting her, gained me my Master's Degree in Creative Writing. It always was for me lyrics, is she real or is she a spirit lady?; eventually as the tension got more and more discomforting, I reluctantly acquiesced that she was only my muse. Later, I arrived at the conclusion that she was never going to go away, that the turbulence in my soul would never come to rest; that she had become part of who I am, that God would probably never explain why, and that the trembles contained in my unseen tender side would always surface as the sound, the thought, and sensuous memories of Princess pass through my mind.
