Liar, Liar, Pantheon Fire

I'm not religious but I'm spiritual!  *commence eye roll* I used to laugh derisively at this phrase. I generally shun organized religion. But with my wife's death, I'm finding comfort in some spirituality. I'm not about to shave my head and start chanting "Hare Krishna" but that doesn't mean I don't have my own kooky ideas.*

I've decided to go with a throwback spirituality (and not just because it's Throwback Thursday on social media). My wife used to ask me occasionally why I chose her, and, when put on the spot, I could often only babble, trying to come up with something that didn't sound either cliche or superficial. But now that she's dead, of course, I can identify it in a single word.

Inspiration.

My wife inspired me, made me think in ways I never would've without her. My wife was my muse. So I've decided to throw my spiritual lot in with The Muses of Greco-Roman Mythology.

The Muses are nine sister goddesses, daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne, who represent Divine Inspiration. I like to think that when my wife died, she became their tenth adopted sister. Maybe she can be the Muse of Microsoft Word, symbolized by a smiley-face paperclip. To me, when I'm writing (like right now!) I feel closer to my wife. I feel she can live on through my writing, and maybe bestows upon me phat phrases and wicked word wisdom. I always looked up to her writing. When I met her as a teen, I feel in love with her words as surely as I feel in love with any other part of her. So I've found some faith. Don't worry, I'm not trying to convert anyone to my cult. I'm just trying to a-muse you.

*My kooky ideas are not meant to influence your own kooky ideas. Believe whatever you wish, I neither judge nor care (although if your beliefs include telling me my beliefs are wrong, I double-don't-care)