There is definitely going to be a shift in my posts from here on. I have shifted, as I have done so many times; yet still I clung to a naive notion that I was done. When one ceases to shift, one ceases to grow, and when one ceases to grow, one may as well be dead.
The weight that life places on the soul who refuses the comfortable head wrap of sand that society constantly tries to hand out, is simply too great to bear. So we shift and chafe under the load until we find a way to honor the loves that we acquire and can glimpse the passion that keeps us moving on ANY DIRECTION AT ALL.
I hear people speak of non abstract dreams and I have to wonder, is the sedentary goal of fiscal and societal wellbeing a true goal of the soul? I had to shatter and fracture myself AND my goal before I could hear my soul's voice again. AND WHAT FOLLY DID I PURSUE ONCE I HAD? I tried to condense it in to words that I could share with those who I share love with...a truly frustrating enterprise that I would recommend to no one. No, if there is love one merely has to look at the other and say, "I have to do this, and I can't explain why." That will be enough; if it is not, then your next task must be to find out what part of you that person loves, because it is not your soul or it's wellbeing.
There are things I want to share on this blog. Things I've seen and done and things that are worth sharing. I can't promise to do this in a linear fashion
