A Year.

It has been a year of reflection and discovery.

It has been a year of loss

It has been year of renewal.

It has been a year of remembering

It has been a year to forget.

So many changes within and without.

It has been a year to choose a path toward the twilight

It has been a year to look into the evening sky and wonder.

It has been a year to grieve

It has been a year to rejoice.

It has been a year to celebrate my life

It has been a year to wonder why I am here at all.

Some will see this as having been a quest of deep introspection

Some will see it as nothing more than a wasteful misstep.

I have no problem seeing it both ways.

I have found that my existence will always be defined by poetic dichotomy, sprinkled with a healthy dash of bullshit (I get that from my father, God love him).

I was in a melancholy state when I last gave voice here and it stayed with me for most of my time away. Those of you who know me by form or word, know that I have always dwelt in the shadowy midland between the present and the past. I don't believe I would ever stray from that path; it is the path that feeds my creative nature and I fear it not. But like a surgeon or soldier who is suddenly pressed into immobility by the loss that surrounds them in the midst of their familiar grounds, I too was overshadowed by the gloom of loss, and was made silent by it's touch.

And so, I stepped back a year to be still, and listen to the wind.

My style will look the same as it ever did, but it will come from a refreshed heart and a stronger light, to guide me on my path through the valley of shadow.