Wednesday, January 21, 2015

Stone Street in Winter

I've been away from the keyboard for a bit.  I've got over forty short stories in various stages of completion that need my attention, a very large backlog of photos in need of sorting, editing, and possibly posting, and six pieces of wood beginning to look like something, but in need of a disciplined hand.

All of this leads up to winter on the Street.  It's been a few years since we've had what I'd call winter.  Deep snow.  Sunshine.  Cold.  Winter.  I don't know if it's my fault, but since I've been here, winter has become a preponderance of damp, gray days which don't last very long, accompanied by an attitude of procrastination and comfort foods.  If I were a New Year's resolution type, I'd have said 'no more goofing off', but I'm not, and I didn't.

I sometimes thing that my choice of a solitary life of contemplation and meditation is in conflict with my basic need to create. Those are weak moments.  The two are compatible.  I am able to calm, and empty my mind, then fill it again, with mind doodles.  Sometimes I post them, but for the most part, the live in the cloud, waiting for electron decay to send them off to entropic nonrecognition.

When I write it all down like this, I realize it's good.  No need to be recognized.  I am.  For now. Nothing to complain about.  I'm awake, and there's coffee.

Peace and Love from Steinstrasse..