Odd. I was cleaning up my desk at home and filing some papers when I came across a 2004 Calendar I made for family. I allowed myself the distraction and leafed through the pages. I used my own photographs and poetry in the Calendar and was impressed with what I created. The writing was a poignant reminder to me of my mind set at the time and where I was in life. I guess I captured that period of my life in poetry quite well.

Oddly enough, I do not write poetry now. I enjoy lyrics and poems, but I cannot seem to make the words flow to paper. I hated writing anything that is forced, so I do not even bother.

Why was I prolific with my words back then and now I cannot even scrape together a concept for a poem, let alone the words? The answer… adversity.

Yes, adversity is my Muse. Apparently, times of woes inspire me to contemplate life’s questions in a manner that prompt me to put pen to paper. With this revelation, I will offer thanks that my Muse is not present. I do not shun adversity, but given the choice, I am very thankful for a life of deep and enduring joy.

I will content myself with writing a periodic blog entry and using this medium to express my thoughts and ponderings. To my Muse, I raise a glass and give a toast:

“Your inspiration was profound, but your absence is renowned”.