Over 13 months of keeping this blog, I have managed to ceremoniously avoid writing anything, to a large extent. Perhaps this has some deep psychological significance. It probably does. And perhaps that significance is this: writing has a way of solidifying my constant evolving nature and the scary part of that is when I finish writing something that crystalizes how I feel, what remains is a huge trench that was once occupied with the pursuit of purpose. On one hand, that leaves a vast landscape of potential learning that hovers like a horizon line beyond my current position. On the other hand, it would be nice to just take a break and learn to enjoy the un-pursuit of anything. It's not about being lazy, it's about being tired.
Hello Mercury Retrograde.
take me to the wilderness so I can be alone.
That's not really what I want.
I only want to be complete.
And then there was this:
He lay in Reins
One more drink tonight as your gray stallion rests
Where he lays in the reins
For all of the speed and the strength he gave
One more kiss tonight from some tall stable girl
She's like grace from the earth
When you're all tuckered out and tame
One more tired thing the gray moon on the rise
When your want from the day
Makes you to curse in your sleep at night
One more gift to bring we may well find you laid
Like your steed in his reins
Tangled too tight and too long to fight
“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story.” Homer,