Feelin the flow

I've been working on an article for months. Well, not actively. I've been trying to work on it. I haven't been feeling the flow and I've been blaming the stress of event planning or of this thing or of that other thing. I think I just haven't tuned in to the Muses. I need a word with Apollo too.

Here is a devotional to the Man Himself. I'm going to sign off, light a candle and incense, tip a glass of wine, and get to work!

Orphic Hymn 34 to Apollo (trans. Taylor) (Greek hymns C3rd B.C. to 2nd A.D.) :

"To Apollon. Blest Paean, come, propitious to my prayer,
illustrious power, whom Memphian tribes revere,
Tityoktonos (Slayer of Tityos), and the god of Health,
Lykoreus, Phoibos, fruitful source of wealth:
Pytheion, golden-lyred, the field from thee receives its constant rich fertility.
Titan, Gryneion, Smyntheus, thee I sing,
Pythoktonos (Python-Slayer), hallowed, Delphion king:
rural, light-bearing Daimon, and Mousagetos (Leader of the Mousai, Muses), noble and lovely, armed with arrows dread: far-darting, Bakkhion, twofold and divine,
power far diffused, and course oblique is thine.
O Delion king, whose light-producing eye views all within, and all beneath the sky; whose locks are gold, whose oracles are sure, who omens good revealest, and precepts pure;hear me entreating for he human kind, hear, and be present with benignant mind;
for thou surveyest this boundless aither all, and every part of this terrestrial ball abundant, blessed;
and thy piercing sight extends beneath the gloomy, silent night; Beyond the darkness, starry-eyed, profound, the table roots, deep-fixed by thee, are found.
The world's wide bounds, all-flourishing, are thine, thyself of all the source and end divine.
'Tis thine all nature's music to inspire with various-sounding, harmonious lyre: now the last string thou tunest to sweet accord, divinely warbling, now the highest chord;
the immortal golden lyre, now touched by thee, responsive yields a Dorian melody.
All nature's tribes to thee their difference owe, and changing seasons from thy music flow:
hence, mixed by thee in equal parts, advance summer and winter in alternate dance;
this claims the highest, that the lowest string,
the Dorian measure tunes the lovely spring:
hence by mankind Pan royal, two-horned named, shrill winds emitting through the syrinx famed;
since to thy care the figured seal's consigned, which stamps the world with forms of every kind.
Hear me, blest power, and in these rites rejoice, and save thy mystics with a suppliant voice."