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.