Change. I am not overly disappointed when I find quarters floating under cushions, or dimes tucked into deep pockets. Frankly I constantly anticipate the coming of change. A new item on a favorite menu, seasons fading accompanying the new earthy blessings, an acquaintance leaving this title behind and becoming a friend. However I recently found myself engorged by a foreign form of change. I revisited a land I once described with a biblical sense, filled of milk and honey. Unconditional love, selflessness, a place where all my sentences could be finished in another vocal tone, yet with all the right verbs. Foolishly assuming all would be as I left it. This FurnGully of a land was sabotaged with a Hexis of sorts. All I have left of the most creative, inspirational time in my short life is this mere collage. Only hope is that it deteriorates at a much more gradual pace, sparing me of this heart wrenching shock.
Things change and evolve, moments are lost and new ones are discovered. People who were once your best friend will dissapear and leave you wondering what happened. It sucks but a part of life and through these "adventures" we grow into the people we are supposed to become. It is not your most creative part of your life. I believe that is still in your future as well as mine. Take your frustration out on a new project and I will see you again with the coming of fall. I love you.
ReplyDeletesoymilk and honey will always be readily available where ever you will find me, and that will be always, until I no longer live
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful piece, my fav color.
that's the button!! how wonderful.
ReplyDeletefocus more on what you have and less on what you want . you cant force a flower to grow
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