Swinging On A Star

"Would you like to swing on a star/ carry moonbeams home in a jar..."

Same song, different day, on my mind. The reason being, perhaps, this "Oprah Saved My Life" idea that keeps going around in my head. Monday night, flipping through channels, saw an actual show called "The Oprah Effect." It featured the girl, among others, who wrote the blog "Living Oprah." Now she can write "How To Handle Sudden Success!"

I am still unsure about this idea. The artist Agnes Martin said, "I try never to have ideas - they are almost always wrong." Besides, who can do all their ideas? Some creative people may have upwards of ten a day. Maybe twenty. Or one-hundred. I'll bet if one were to count one's ideas in a day it would be a lot.

Where the song and the idea meet is the concept of "hitching your wagon to a star." I do not know the difference, at times, between ideas of the ego and inspirations of the soul. It seems false, now that so many others have done it, to hitch onto Oprah's star.

Or maybe what is false is I abandoned that path. I used to be a devotee of Oprah. I used to bore my friends with her advice. I always felt a little silly that I took Oprah so seriously. And I always felt I shouldn't talk about her so much - that it might put people off.

Yet it also occurs to me I had a daydream/vision once of visiting God (who somehow looked liked Oprah, or I was visiting God with Oprah, or just visiting Oprah - it was a long time ago), and asking for the magic formula to step out of the desert and into the river - out of black and white into color.