My elemental clock.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Spring 2014 Full Circle
This is Georgia font. I think we will go with this one in bold for those of you who have definite eye strain. I am back for now, and for the considerable time to come. I hope what is placed here is regarded merely as a flight of fancy, a glimpse into a lonely mans mind who is constantly seeking answers to the questions in life, those he thought at one time were answered and are now only becoming lost in the sea of time as the shifting realities of life on Terra are never what they seem.
Merricat
Merricat, A friend who has inspired me for 36 years now. I met her in April of 1979. A friend introduced to me her writings. Poems and fragments which caused my heart to stir. I fell in love with this woman even before seeing her at our school nearby. I saw in her an intellect that stirred those dark embers of my own poetic voice, my heart of romanc and the stars. Because of Merricat I am the person I am today. It is because of her that I grew to appreciate so many alternative views, to think beyond normal perimeters of standard thought. She gave me new directions and I continue to work in these, finding beauty, music and hope in a world to me at times overwhelming. I thank you dear Merricat for opening my mind and giving me hope to dream. And to this day I dream in the midst of Aprils grey leaden skies and our hills of barren brown peppered with the first hints of green. A time to rise again, to take pen to hand and compose. I hope to resume full scale blog entries along with my hand written journals and those typed as well. I am the archivist, the artist and bard. I am the dreamer and Merricat is my dream. My muse and keeper of sacred memory. I dedicate this spring to her in celebration of her showing me the path which I continue to travel. And along the way I shall leave a mark or two in the shape of drawings, tales told and perhaps even a poem or prose piece inspired by my Goddess of the Moon.
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