When I moved to Topeka, I had not painted in three years. My new friends had heard the story of how I had come to start painting. They knew that I'd had a dream and, from all indications, guides to help. One day, I decided to see if I could still handle a brush. I was well into this effort when Duane came by, peered over my shoulder and said sagely, "Hmmm...it appears that your muses have left you." He had about the same kind of humor as that ex-husband I keep mentioning!
Better story: I completed this in a week or so. One morning I noticed that where I had painted an arch with a glow of sunlight, there now appeared the face of a tiny angel !! Look closely and you'll see his eyes, and his nose and his little mouth. Right in that arch! Under the glow of sun. I had to smile. Perhaps the muses haven't abandoned me, after all.