I feel a bit Guilty
Ξ November 13th, 2007 | → | ∇ General, Philosophy, Writing |
I haven’t written here in almost two weeks. I feel a little guilty about that. But only a little.
My time is always precious, as are my words. George often says “My words are precious, and I will not spend them if they are not heard.” I’m perhaps a little less covetous of my language, or perhaps I have a more sensitive concept of the word ‘heard’ than he does. But still, my words, my language is a gift. It is a gift that I cherish deeply, that I spend thoroughly on those I love, and that I offer to the world in homage for the life that I live. As such, my language can not always be commanded to the venue I may like it to enter.
My work of the past weeks has been vital to myself. It has been important, transformative work, but it has kept me from this more public venue, this wider sharing of my gifts, and I do feel some regret for that. I realize, more and more as I write this blog, that there is so much which may go in here. Expect more fiction, anticipate more news-oriented stuff, get ready for a little more ranting and a little more politics.
Autumn Twilight, for those of you who don’t know, is the time of year/day that I find the most beautiful, the most potent to my sense of me. There is a feeling in the air when the leaves are falling, when the days are growing shorter and the air carries a cooler tone. This feeling is what it feels like to be me. There is an anticipation of the winter to come, of a dark stillness that is beautiful, and terrible, and sacred. And there is the promise of rebirth after. There is the waiting, the infinite patience for the universe to unfold before you. Twilight, is liminal space. It is the between space, where the worlds meet and we find ourselves capable of understanding and communicating the Adyna I’mata — the Essential Truth — of all things. It is from this space that I write, this place between the worlds, standing upon the path to the underworld, do the land of death and the land of the imagination. From this place, where our emotions tickle the wind and leaves, and our hearts pulse warmly, encouraging us to fill the world with love for the impending dark. It is from the last rays of the sun as he sets silently over the western horizon, striking my eyes and hair with golden rays that illuminate the shadows within. It is from the fog that rolls up from the earth, shrouding the world in mystery, where all the shadows become lovers and daemons, and all the windows become portals to some other world where our other senses and actions rule the day.
Autumn Twilight is the recognition of the choice between life and death, for we can choose to slumber in the stillness of the night, or we can choose to walk the line and remain awake, lifting our visions from the obscurity of dreams into reality.
on November 14th, 2007 at 12:28 am
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