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My name is Angi. When I was three years old family legend holds that I spent each sunday corralling the other pre-school children of Edgewood Baptist Church into a corner of the nursery for "Angi's Story Time". The best known (and therefore the most often repeated) tale was The Three LIttle Pigs. My mother loves to tell of the day she walked into the talcum scented nursery to collect me after sunday worship service and there I was, sitting on the blue linoleum floor surrounded by nine shining faces, delivering the tale of three determined pigs and their nemesis the big bad wolf, turning each page as it corresponded with the story and pausing to hold up the pictures for the children. I was three months shy of my fourth birthday and couldn't read a lick.
While some would say this could have easily led me into a lifetime of deception and slight of hand trickery( a career in vaudeville or politics), it led me, rather, into Story. Fables, fairy tales and faraway places still entice me. Myth, merry-go-rounds and magic carpet rides still please. Of particular delight are stories that inspire. Perhaps it is the dark times we live in, but I find myself drawn again and again to stories that spill light and breathe life.
The original definition of the word "inspire" meant 'to breathe life into.' This is how I think we've come to inhabit our bodies. The Divine breathed life into our lungs and Inspired us into Living. As breathing creatures, our natural state of being is Inspiration. To be in a state of inspiration is to align our divinity with our humanity. But through chaos, crisis and the burden of carrying the rules of right and wrong, we forget. We tumble into the mundane and are grateful just to Get Through the Day.
This site is about Remembering.
To Remember who you are is to remember the magic and joy of you that is your origin and your essence.
This site is about listening.
To the muse and her message. She's generous if we'll take the time to invite her. She'll stop by for tea and leave remnants of divinity among the crumbs on the coffee table.
This site is about breathing.
A long, deep inhale of peace or the sudden sharp intake of air that accompanies the AHA-- teardrops, goosebumps and all.
You were inspired into living, therefore Inspiration is not a gift, but your birthright.
This site is about that right.
This is the Message from the Muse.
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