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I am teaching Kim Stafford’s (2003) book, The Muses Among Us, in my Writing as Performance class, and I find his call for the writer to see himself or herself, not as a prophet, but as a “scribe,” a “secretary to the wisdom the world has made available” (p. 5), particularly seductive. I start a daily journal to listen to life’s “perpetual feast” (p. 17).