So comes on the spring. Much time has passed since the entry of the blue moon. The kids seem fine and I slowly recover from my ordeal of hospitals and health. In no way will I recount the experience of near death and all the usual BS that goes along with that.
The good news is I am breathing and I have been fishing. Fishing for fine fresh trout in the nearby streams. It loses something without my son and other disconnections but it is still beautiful and life-giving. (perhaps not for the fish)
The full moon of late May has waned to gibbous as June arrives mostly with a chilly rain. My habitation is not the charming place I was in up until this past winter, but it is warm and close to the beach.
I continue to miss family, both genetic and legally bound prior. My mission now is wholeness, a completion of the short story compendium and my own sanity.
It has been said by a famous person that the madness is only temporary-we shall see or sea.
Will I stay in this place of beaches of migrate to past fondness remains to be seen.
But after 6 months I have finally made a journal entry. There shall be more.
God himself Cries
-
When love is true and lost the universe itself weeps
God himself cries when love is lost
Love is not contained
Galaxies weep when true love is lost
Nay, clu...
16 years ago
2 comments:
I've been awaiting a blog entry from you for some time. Your writing style, command of the english language(gibbous)and polymathic interest in everything artistic as well as your observant musings on the sciences is a pleasant and refreshing read.
Thank you but I am not sure about all of that! Please identify yourself.
Its good to know that at a minimum I have one reader!
Post a Comment