who's the muse anyway

My daughter purchased this orchid for me a couple of years ago for father's day. Our cat after months of appreciating the beauty of this wonderful plant knocked it down and shattered the pot it was in. The orchid died shortly after I replanted it. And that's the end of the story. Not really. Because now I'm infused with more juice from the muse. There is a wonderful poem written by Kenneth Koch titled "taking a walk with you." (google it, read it, it's worthwhile if you enjoy poetry) Anyway, I've been thinking that I almost feel like blogging again. I did blog almost daily for three years. I enjoyed it, but the website where I blogged closed down and I lost the desire to start writing again in a new place and with new friends, so I just quit all together. So I've been thinking that it may be fun to write ...not so much for the comments and the audience, but just for the sheer joy of writing for writing sake. A rumi (nation) of playfulness directed towards the unseen beloved. I will include a snapshot and possibly a tune and see if I can post more frequently than not at all. The snapshot will be taken from my cellphone camera so there will be a few limitations and of course since I don't listen to well to my muse, there will be limitations there too. But, the vast majority of time there will be a love affair going on between me and the imaginary reader and over time I hope to get back into the groove of posting regularly and possibly sharing a chuckle.
I've been told my blogs are a pain in the ass to read because they are mostly a blob of words with seldom a paragraph to separate thoughts. But I will not make any excuses. For now, it's just me and Mary my muse and the woman Kenneth Koch wrote about in his long poem.

attraction

Isn't it weird how attraction works. One person may be attracted to buddha and the other may be attracted to thepower of crystals. I would love to think that I'm attracted unconditionally to everyone and everything but that's not always true. Some folks just carry with them an energy that my energy doesn't seem to want to get too close to. I think that happens for a reason. And when that happens, I seem to suspend my penchant towards this notion of unconditional love. But, suspension doesn't mean I'll totally block out love, it means, my love is always there, but held in abeyance until either my energy turns itself around or the others' turns itself around. A connection must be made. The chief operative for me is always love. And unfortunately I forget about it. But that's OK...because I always remember it too. And the beauty lately has been, that I have been forgetting less. Which is a switch because I would think that as I age, I would be forgetting more. But, it's become less of a chore to remember. I've become a well oiled champion of love. I can't say it's become effortless, but I'm getting close. And I love it.
I'm coming into my own. I'm getting more attractive as I age. And, none of this, has anything to do with me.