Sunday, April 19, 2009

THE WATCHTOWER

...then, when I looked back, I saw an eerie glint in the window, only the sun but it gave me chills. The whole town was less than snug...more like shabby, a forgotten wayside, bespoke of small town irrelevance.
To me, it felt as though the life of the town had drifted out to sea, perhaps after a storm. The wood was weathered and lichen had begun to build up along the rails of the dock. Patches had been fashioned of plate metal to cover the spots where the wood had rotted through along the planking surface. Where once beautiful planters had splashed swatches of welcoming colour, now only split cedar boxes remained, mossy and desolate. All that and still, the little town retained a sad beauty. A faded rose. It came to me as I walked toward the dock for the return trip to the mainland, that this place was waiting for a whole new generation, that it was locked in between, the creative genius and her children...it will take her children's children to resurrect this relic and make it bloom and sway again.

Friday, April 10, 2009

When?



Now?

Is now the right time to love myself?

Or....should I wait for someone else to validate my existance?

Do I need a witness to my life?

Can I simply live and enjoy each moment as it happens?

Am I able to squeeze the moments for all they have? Have I been aware of the goodness?, the beauty?, the flow?

That's it, in black and white and greytones...I get it...I finally get it!

I think I like it here.

Have a great day y'all.