I don't know - or care - where it's coming from. Though I hypothesize it might be because I'm getting rest for the first time in months. But now I don't want to rest. My pen. I'm writing like a cokey. Poems are pouring out of me like pee. Well, nearly as regularly anyway. I even think of more than I actually can write down. I remember this problem but it's one I haven't had in a while. And the truth of the matter is that hypothesize anything you want, it's coming from my muse.
As much as I hate this, I'm being forced to give up my analytical side and embrace the truth. I loathe this flow for the fact that I haven't yet - despite the better habits I'm learning - learned to control the inevitable times of inspiration that plague the creative soul. I am not very good at relinquishing control. Maybe I'm learning to just pace myself and run the gamete of whatever comes during this times. These encounters with my muse. They are very private times, very unique times, very stretching times.
Discovering my muse has been an interesting journey. I never used to believe in them and you'd never believe what it is if I told you. So I'm not gonna. Besides, if I let that out it might all go away faster than its coming. But it's so neat that I have a muse. And what happens when I meet her (or him, since I'm not telling who or what it is) has been so amazing to watch. Though I never thought I would, believing in this muse nonsense has helped me in many ways. And oh, but how I believe! How I believe!!
Muse
who for to
I sing each night
Dancing, praying, crooning.
Flying unseen
into my conscious state.
I see you. I know you. I demand
you. Come and share!
Your knowledge. Vast. Give it now
unto my hand.
That I might know you
Better. Oh muse
I beg you speak
Fly into unseen things
Inside, bounded up in me,
and
take from without as well.
Make with me the love
you wish -
the heart you left
the souls you keep
are part of me now
just as they were
part of you.
Oh Muse who for I
was slow to know
Forgive my leisurely
discovery.
Welcome home. Now you may
demand of me just as I of you.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
1 comment:
how aptly a-muse-ing!
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