law of attraction?

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Is the law of attraction a real thing? Not scientific, but there's this...
all during my latest cancer ordeal up to and including the present moment, it really seems like the healthier and stronger I become, the more work I get. I don't advertise. The work comes to me almost, it seems to me, in response to my ability to handle it.
What gives?
I have three wedding dresses to work on, all brought to me by lovely, creative brides. That, plus the usual collection of alterations. I am so happy to be able to do this work again.
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song of the universe

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the sound of my lover whistling in the next room is so much more than him whistling in the next room.
all is well in our little corner of the world in this one moment.

and the current moment is all there ever is.
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grump

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thank goodness for my art as a diversion from the insanity of the news these days
or what passes for news
craziness
and otherwise nice, decent, reasonably intelligent people are being led like lemmings, thinking their religious myths will keep them safe.
my path away from paternalistic religion began when I finally acknowledged that "God" gave me a brain, and was probably more honored if I used it rather than ignored it.
this will piss off some people, but I'm already pissed. Join the club. Just don't preach to me about your religion.
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good friends

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Weary.
We attended a picnic tonight, one I would gently call a gathering of geezers. This particular chorus' average age is somewhere in the 70s. Ellie was there - we've shared our cancer stories throughout the years. We've vowed that if one of us got a dire diagnosis again, we'd go out together and get drunk. After a few years we thought maybe it'd be better if we got drunk regardless, just in celebration of health.
We have done neither, and that's fine.
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turn about?

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No, I'm not writing much any more.
Will that change? Probably.
Is something the matter? Absolutely not. Life is good. I'm busy living it.
Start your own blog. Have the guts to share your guts, eh. Give me something to read.
Like I've done for you.
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