Tallulah, the unicorn doll, currently resides on my computer desk just to the right of the screen. Her whimsical design and appearance suggest she has muse qualities. After being abandoned months ago by Thalia and Calliope, I sure would welcome a new muse. Goodness knows somedays hold very little to say about anything. Those are the days when life goes on and you go along for the ride. Those are the days when the help of a muse is most needed. Tallulah, are you up to the task?
With her sitting right in front of me, it would seem easy enough to engage her. Not so much. She had her own agenda.
Tallulah seems to be having a bit of an identity crisis. She is confused about whether she belongs to the realm of unicorns or the world of dolls. She knows she came into being because of the work of all those Portuguese grannies. This, of course, makes her a doll. Yet her unicorn head with the beautiful gold wrapped horn makes her feel that she ought to be with unicorns. Such a dilemma. I suggested she make a list of pros and cons for each option. Acknowledging that was a good idea, Tallulah set about making her lists. When she finished, while the nature of the lists differed, the numbers did not favor one group over the other. Still a dilemma. How could she decide?
You may be wondering if I have totally lost it by conversing with an inanimate object. Let’s just say it had something to due with the fact that Tallulah had been showered with fairy dust while she resided in the boutique. Back to Tallulah’s dilemma.
I wondered how important it was for her to choose one genus over the other? She had some of the best qualities of both species. That is a real gift and made her rather extraordinary. When I said that to Tallulah, she was silent for a moment. Then confessed she had not looked at her situation from that perspective. She wanted to ponder this new concept.
Soon she got back to me with a most interesting realization and decision. She said she didn’t need to be one or the other. She could enjoy the benefits of both worlds. It could even be a lot of fun. Some days she could lean into her unicorn heritage. Other times she could enjoy being a stuffed doll that didn’t have to do anything besides being. Not such an unpleasant existence.
Now that Tallulah went through her self-actualization process, what about me? The focus was supposed to be what I need which is a new muse. “Okay, fine,” she relented. She went on to say that since I extricated her from a life in a store, she would take up the muse mantle.
As I read over what I had written, I recalled a Lily Tomlin quote about when we talk to God we are said to be praying, but when God talks to us we are schizophrenic. Obviously, I wasn’t talking to God, but you know how we might review our thoughts either silently or out loud to get clarity. Things get murky when there seems to be another participant in the conversation. What does all this have to do with me and a talking doll? Maybe a lively imagination. Maybe taking literary license. Maybe just having some fun and fancy. Maybe it doesn’t matter at all.