November 20, 2012

I bet anyone who reads this (and you know who you are...) will be super surprised to see a new post.  I almost forgot that I even had this blog, actually.  It has been over three years since I last posted.  Not that I have not has SERIOUS "contemplations"...but I guess I thought that they served a purpose elsewhere, instead of a blog.  I was wrong.

So, what am I contemplating?  Life.  Love.  Choices.  Habits.  Fears.  The usual, I guess.  It was so weird reading my earlier posts...they were literally from a different life.  How different my life is now!  I am alone, for all intents and purposes, now more than ever.  I venture off into the world of fiction, only to return exhausted and frustrated...but also elated and satifsfied.  I never knew that writing a book would ever be so difficult!  Reading and even analyzing one is so easy for me!  One would think I have read enough and analyzed enough that I should be able to mimic such beauty, but it is much more challenging than I ever imagined.  However, that makes the task that much more intriguing, I guess.

I could go on and on.  I could talk about how Laney just amazes me.  Or how living on my own has afforded me the opportunity to explore who I am.  But, instead, I will leave with a short poem for tonight.

“Our Death”

I hear the sun sigh

As she dips below the horizon

For the last time
In our life of love.
Her beauty – the depth of color,
The light warmth on faces
Of flowers-
Will all disappear
As dusk sets in,
As darkness prevails.
Cold will settle in the stone
And marble of our monuments,
And we will lose one another in the black night.
She will rise again-
This shining sphere,
But it will be another time
That is not ours.

One rotation-

From birth to death.