Yup. It’s going to be one of those kind of posts. Some mid-century twit whining about getting old and not doing all the shit that he should have done before now. wah!
Truth is I have done quite a bit with my life. Travelled to foreign lands, made art, wrote, loved, and am still loving. But like many my , ugh, age, I am dismissing much of what happened and only thinking about what didn’t happen or what stopped happening.
There is nothing to do about what didn’t happen. Often that is about timing, circumstance. Alchemy that can’t be repeated. No sense stewing in what ifs. The things that stopped happening…Now that’s an interesting thing. There are dark things that stopped and joy bringing things that stopped. There are also the joy bringers that brought dark things.
Nearing the half century, it’s easier to make out the edges of those things. It’s easier to sift and put to bed the monsters under the box springs. It’s a good time to let the fairies light up the spaces in the corner. Sweep the dust out and open windows long closed.
The future of this blog, a blog that has been rebirted dozens of times over the years, is about connecting to things that brought me joy and about building deeper connections to things currently bringing me joy.
Gentle readers, this space is going to be filled with my odd thoughts, works in progress, and finished arts. Don’t expect any real curation. That’s for anthologies and galleries. I’m just going to ramble, sketch, tie rope, and photograph. I do this for myself. Plant my flag in this ephemeral world. Maybe sink a memory of me into the minds of others.
In the end, once the hand is removed from the water bucket, all that is left is a ripple on the surface. I want to know that I made ripples.
Thank you for stopping by. I hope you come back.
