Well said Mr. Mayer...
Listening to this album takes me back to places... not really certain of the places and faces. All I know is that I am back somewhere, reaching for words that have been so elusive as of late. At the prompting of a new friend (wink) I started this blog. Not entirely sure where the road will lead, but I will take it without regard to its direction.
Life is so much like a train. It goes on without regard to direction... without regard to its surroundings.. without regard to what lies beyond the horizon. I am 23, married, living in a nearly new city, and starting a brand new job as of Monday. The amount of change my life has taken on in the recent months might be enough to make most people run away screaming. New faces... new places... same woman.
I am a woman of words...
Once, my words enveloped me. Cradling thoughts of uncertainty, angst and passion into a form that resembled art. This resemblance was stronger in the eyes of others... praise fell on deaf ear and the cradle continued on until...
Until it was gone. Vanished without reason... without a whisper as to where it may have gone. Trust is an unspeakably important thing to me now. Invasion of one's privacy will create a strange sense of numbness, even towards the one thing that kept me from falling away from it all many years ago.
I wish that this all made sense to me. I wish that words, the very things that helped me through, weren't such a mystery to me now. Someday.. I will write like I used to.. for now I know where some of my inspiration lies. As I was writing earlier, my husband was laying next to me. When he left... it stopped.
David has been an inspiration to me from the moment our relationship passed from friendship into something more. I'll have to post some old poetry some time soon. For now.. I am going to lay next to my wonderful husband and marvel at this train....
The one that doesn't stop... without regard...
1 comment:
It's a perfect first post. I love that you've opened yourself wide open to whatever is ready to come out of your writing again.
I think that you need to write at this point in your life for YOU. With everything that is happening externally (new job, new marriage, new city), writing is how you will pay attention to what's changing internally.
Later you will create for others again... you're gifted, so it wouldn't make sense for writing to be a strictly theraputic calling. But for now, I think you need to write for you.
Thanks for letting me watch. :)
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