Invocation

Daughters of Mnemosyne, Muses of Heliconian, I cannot claim to be descended, in body or spirit, from Hesiod or Homer, whose songs weave the ancients' tales so tightly their sheen illumes the modern world.  Yet I dare to hope for a fragment of the gifts you lavished on them.  Shower me with your inspiration, that as your mother, Mnemosyne, imbued you with the songs that unlock deepest memory of past, present, and what will be, instill my psyche with the sounds that evoke words which may speak across all times to this day. Muses, guide my spindle to smoothly weave the disparate threads that form patterns that can be heard, felt and seen.  May I, and my students, remember all that has gone before as we weave the tapestry that wraps us all in the beauty of ancient wisdom.