I haven't written anything here for some time.
This is not out of a lack of ideas or content. . . it is more that my brain has been overloaded with thoughts.
Possibilities and questions
It's autumn. . . or close enough
My mind does this at the end of every summer as it has since the days of grade school.
It's like fall is a reset button in my soul.
I find myself purging old thoughts and attitudes
My eyes open to new things and something in me seems to connect with the faltering of summer
and the transformations of fall.
It's the beginning of my creative season too
Following the warmest season which always seems to leave me in a fog. . .
And this year, on top of it all, I find myself thinking more about the possibility of whether there is a divine plan to it all
My life has had more than it's share of turning points and moments I can only describe as "guided"
All along, since I was 7, possibly earlier, I've felt the presence of other forms and entities around me.
Voices have, literally, saved my life
Imagination too has been a saviour of sorts
And I've gone off course before over the years
Only to pulled back by luck, fate, timing, circumstance. . .
Call it what you will
It comes along with the cycle of seasons too. . .
And life as one big cycle, is fulfilling that as well now
In the summer of my life, the fog all around me, I lost the way
Not completely mind you
But I read the signs wrong
Missed the opportunities to advance and grow
Or perhaps, I was just "biding my time"
Now, the autumn of life is here for me
The years are past their brightest and fullest point
this, I expect, is a very good thing
The fog is clearing
The voices and dreams are returning
I am on course again
Finding the strength to stay steady
Is a daily challenge
And so I come back to imagination
As I always have
The worlds I invent
Are what keep me in reality
As I create it
Walk through it