welcome to millmuse

When I first moved to Chicago, I spent two or three nights a week at The Green Mill.  From the first night I sat in one of those coveted booths, probably listening to John McLean, I wanted to set up camp there, where inspiration lived.  It was while I was listening to Kurt Elling one of those sweet Wednesdays that I realized the art I love helps me see the infinite capacities of  human beings — people like those all around me and me myself.  And lyrics like “The Beauty of All Things” (below) expresses this gorgeously. So, I’m calling my blog millmuse, in honor of the place where my best creative abilities — those that see the genius in those around me — are honed.

The Beauty of all Things –Kurt Elling

There is something within you. There is something in everything that is: Unbelievable beauty, flowing from deep inside. Don’t be shocked or surprised if I lift your disguise. Realize that I can see it in all things, all, but especially you. There is something we carry, Like a rhythm that tells us who we are. It’s the rhythm of living. Hear, and we’ll come to see who we can really be-fore Time erases time. It’s sublime. And I can see it in all things, all, but especially you. The time is upon us to lose our indifference. For Time isn’t holding us anywhere. I declare: Life gives savoir faire. Clean the windows of your inner star And see things as they are: An infinity of light like a torch in the night. For the Sun and the Moon and the Stars Are living within you. You are shining in everything that is. Solo: Here’s what I see in your eyes right now: Ten thousand lives over many years like leaves on the vine of this morning’s glory, The determination of years coming to fruition In the ever-present now of your life, unfolding now in the flowering of days. The constellation of stars in the sky are like a fugue of light in velvet hands. The melody never ends, echoing again and again. Nearer still sounds a melody leading through darkened rooms, Playing like the Sun on the water; like its reflection in your downcast eyes. When will you come to see you like I do? And know you like I do? And hear you like I do? And love you like I do?