Writers and artists rely on muses--spirits or spirited humans--to inspire their creativity.
My muses are of the four-legged variety, though I also think of my dad almost every time I sit down to write. (And not just from an English teacher's copy-editing viewpoint.)
Lena was my first muse, full of energy and sensitive nearly to a fault. She was willing to mold herself to whichever rider climbed aboard that day, and so very strong and balanced in her movements.
Bar, of course, was my second muse and has inspired tales and prose I didn't know lived within my brain.
And now there is Forrest, who with his very arrival has presented delightful challenges to my darling daughter and provided a whole new perspective.
Such fabulous muses, so many stories yet to unfold.