Welcome to what I can only hope will prove to be a meaningful outlet for the words that plague me, crying “order!”… and possibly an interesting(?) pitstop for the internet wanderer.
The following ought to give you an idea of what lead to my trying a hand at blogging. Everything (bar the last paragraph, which is a shoddy attempt at tying up loose ends & bringing the reader into the present) is a reworking of some Facebook status updates from April 2008. Pretentious? Yes, perhaps… but words have a way of making things like that, especially when one tries to express something almost inexpressible.
She sighed as she stared out the window. Then she packed up her things and headed off… walking, peering through spaces between the oak leaves overhead, as her scarf gaily danced on the wind… her feet, the metronome for an imaginary song.
She stopped & thought. Her heart longed for nothing more than to get away, see the world, sing, dance, bask in the changing light & colour at sunset, but her head knew better. ‘Pity,’ thought she. Then, realising that those dreams were no more than distractions, she turned and ran. Whereto, she could not say. But quiet resolve fuelled her haste, her becoming.
Now she sits quietly, still becoming. A thoughtful Becoming: running, stumbling, waiting, becoming… always becoming
