the dance of the ink riddled fingers

new seasons

Posted in Uncategorized by enisea on 01/03/2015

There is nothing like the hindsight and staggering realisation that months, years and life seasons have just transpired.  That life is neither infinite nor unchangeable. And here I sit one Sunday afternoon to breathe it in. Because so many things are dawning.  And there is nothing like the surprise wedding occasion that you never assumed you wouldn’t be invited to… to rinse you (me) in humility and a fresh remembrance that everybody else’s life is happening too.  I forget people all the time, especially when my life is all about me.  It is hard not just to think about what I, myself, am doing and trying to achieve.  Alas, I forget others all the time. Those who were so close to me once upon a time, and who walked, rode and laughed with me, forgotten.  I was/am so busy chasing my own dreams that perhaps I forget to thank them/you for being who they/you were, let alone for liking me and choosing to be friends. I don’t suppose it’d be easy to be friends with me, I forget people frequently. What a laugh!

But yes, I intended to talk about new seasons.  There are so many exciting things on the horizon.  That many things to be grateful for, which I may not expound on via blogging, for I fear this season too is coming to a close. Or at least a very slow crawl.

For now I write manuscript – which happens to be all over the place and various chapters (can you even call them chapters?) of a few sentences or perhaps even a few paragraphs.  No particular order or even cohesion yet.  But this is one horizon I have dreamt of for many years; yet lacked the discipline and driving desire to actually eventuate.  Yet 2015 seems like a good time to make good on one dream at least, because we are dreamers – And to not live one of your many dreams would be a waste of life and very tragic indeed.

The End.

It seems I’ve forgotten how to blog. 

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