Athena Has Moved.
New City, New Lights.
I`m sad it has taken me so long to write on here. I want to get better – I really do. Something about this new environment was squashing my creativity. I think it is all the concrete.
I believe people who grow up around an ocean exude greater creativity. I believe it is because when we stand at the fingertips of this great body of water, our insignificance is revealed. We humble ourselves to the Majesty, Power and Vastness of this ever changing, moving, alive and vibrating life force. If you have never experienced that, then You would not know that Your ever breathe is a gift, a treasure.
I have had so many first paragraphs planned out for my next entry.
I wanted to write to him – tell him that I had believed him. tell him that I put up with too much. tell him I realize my worth and it was not fair. tell him that … tell him that he lost my love, I was a love lost. However, I cannot write to him. Then he would think he was worth my post.
I wanted to write about her – the craft of a woman perched on her stoop, a rocks throw from my new abode. I wanted to say “I spent time listening, and this is what I learned…“ But I did not listen enough yet. It is a story half told. I`ve only touched on her loneliness. The roses I left her, might have gotten old.
Nevertheless, here are my words – once again.
