Greetings friendly readers, and welcome back to the show.
The absence has been long, and the silence has been evident, yet the journey through the years sustains.
A month long project has stretched itself further than planned. As frustrating as it has been, I welcome these spells of creativity and appreciate the time that anyone takes to read this.
The series, centered around the Chinese Zodiac, allowed me take each animal in the Zodiac and create a piece in attempt to capture the spirit of the animal. Time and inspiration steered me away from the task.
As of Friday the 16th of February, we had entered a new year in the Chinese calendar, celebrating the “Year of the dog”. The ideal scenario for this would have allowed me to post a piece dedicated to the year of the dog as the year of the dog rolled in, but as it stands I was unable to make the most of that opportunity.
Despite missing the wave, the new year was a reminder as to the beauty and richness of the Chinese zodiac. A chance to play with words and introduce myself to new mindscapes was a part of this series that I missed.
I see no better time that the present to reintroduce this serial adventure, my journey through the years.
With no further delay, I present to you..
If everything you have read is true, then I am ready to do my bidding. There are wide skies and endless ridges of space to play the backdrop of my efforts. A hand full of silent nights will be the canvas I carve with gold. Silent stars will be the trinkets to fill the shallow and every growing cup of triumphs.
My friends I have not forgotten you, hold peace. The letters I have yet to mark as read are never listed as dead but merely lead cladding to a comfort I continue to value most . So little penmanship for piers can give my tomorrow a healthy hand. There is no sin to season my intention to bow my head, plough my lot alone, the harvest is calling for my efforts.
I don’t attack friendly company with my preference for peace. I value the friends I keep, I am simply steeped in a kind of sadness that grows deeper when anyone else is near. As my belly is fills with laughter I am unable to eat my fill of the work that is yet to be done.
Empty scores and a countenance fit for the quiet, allows for my breathe to remain somber and well. I have no intention to colour words with fire, I burn too many bridges this way.
I have lifted the clouds from inside you in hopes of offering you freedoms touch, I have carried for you the burdens that weight you down, and softened the levys that leached at your souls currents of goodness. I work for your happiness as much as mine, the favours are repaid in gratitude, there are no debts amongst friends.
When I master the slipping scales of time, I will dance in the thick of the crowd. Until such time is present, I will whittle away the skies.