Musing about the Muse

If you are short on funds, New England and especially the Newburyport Area is quite a cheap ride during the late spring, summer and early fall.      There is so much to do and at relatively little cost.      Little expenditures on electricity and heat and the outside world is just an open window away.

And then the cold hits.     Now those amongst us who are better endowed can usually bide the time by hanging out at our fine restaurants and socializing with a close bevy of friends huddled around the bar or sitting by a corner.       But for most of us, the best we can do is cut out a special night for that kind of thing.      The rest of the time we have the option of watching the television seeing the umpteenth repeated television show or worse, repetitive commercials!     It also explains why so many birthdays are in late summer and fall in New England!

This potential for boredom is why Newburyport, of all places, is attracting the cultured, rich and poor alike.       When the front door bangs close and the cruel winds blow (like today!); instead of boredom, the indoors become an arena to the world.        Though huddled by the fire, their minds are busily being challenged.     

This is the lost art of musing.

In centuries past, when the plowing was done, no outside work possible and the cold bit into the very bone; locals regardless of their station in life delved into the arts.       Some would sculpt, delve into philosophy, politics & religion; others paint, read books and still others write poetry.       Though our city ‘looked’ buried by the snow, a flurry of the mind was going full tilt.      And thankfully, that is what is going on today in the 21st century.      Ever wonder why the Library, the coffee houses, the Book Rack and the Jabberwocky are so busy?.        The musers have come to muse.        

It makes me feel sorry for Californians and Floridians and other places in warmer climes.      They have so much in the way of distractions.    Where do they have the time to create, to dream, to reflect?        

While everyone may physically seek the warm fires in our hearths, a great many more hearts are warming in New England. 

Now’s the time to muse!

-P. Preservationist


About P. Preservationist

Dedicated to the Enrichment & Preservation of Newburyport
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