Ah Mojo! That elusive, invisible, ethereal spiritual guru that follows along behind those of us with some brand of creative bent, hides in our handbag perhaps, perches upon our hunched shoulders as we bite our tongues and slather canvasses with paint, stitch together pieces of fabric, combine papers and glues and photographs, or indeed bring a viewfinder to our eye to see the world in another way and record it for prosperity. She is fickle sprite who one day can be hopping up and down beside our Chai Latte urging us to create masterpieces and the next day has headed to Bali on a package holiday leaving nothing but a note reading "see you when I see you!". You can wait at the airport every day, waiting for her to zip through the doors, hair braided, bags overflowing with Batik and bootleg DVDs. It could be hours, days, or months. But without her all you can produce is a paint-by-numbers monstrosity not worthy of your kindergartner, and there's nothing you can do about it. You spend hours salivating over blogs, magazines and galleries full of amazing pieces of art. Further time is wasted sitting in your space, surrounded by the tools of your craft, waiting for the wave of creativity to wash over you, to thrill you, fill you with ideas that make your heart race and your fingers itch. But alas, without your little absent muse, nothin's gonna happen!
After weeks backpacking around Europe with a Swedish Moon Fairy, my little Mojo sauntered back in yesterday, with little more than a "so, ready to get going?" and tonight I am sitting her, all happy in my little self, having finally created
something for the first time since my Queensland retreat in April.
I hope she sticks around for a while......
Trace xxx
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