March 23, 2009
I was born once again, this morning, as morning gives birth to a new day and a new me. It has been doing that, for what seems and eternity, to rise from the depths of sleep, becoming conscious, to face the world day to day.
I don't actually face the world as I spend most of my time at home. I sometimes travel the world via the Internet. There are many tracks, traces, evidence of my movements, no matter how hard we try to not leave a trail. That is to by anonymous, similar to being in a car and doing things we would not do face to face.
I used to go out daily to earn my keep and to keep my family with room and board. All the necessities of living. That is the past as the children have morphed from babies in our nest to adults with nests of their own.
Since the needs have lessened, our nest is much smaller, I left the daily routine of going to a job to exist on a pension.
Without the daily interruption of punching a time clock I had intended to begin using the freedom to do more interesting activities, this has not become a reality. The reasons are mostly excuses, of which I am not going to list.
Anyway, I have tried many art forms, media, from the crafted to the imagined. Poetry, painting, carving, sculpture, leather work, photography, etc...
The art of musical creation seems to be beyond my scope. In that field I am audience, in awe of the ability to convert the physical to auditory rhythms and give pleasure via the ears.
Perhaps I will choose to expose some of the artistic endeavors through photos and text in future writings. I cease this verbiage for now.
I was born once again, this morning, as morning gives birth to a new day and a new me. It has been doing that, for what seems and eternity, to rise from the depths of sleep, becoming conscious, to face the world day to day.
I don't actually face the world as I spend most of my time at home. I sometimes travel the world via the Internet. There are many tracks, traces, evidence of my movements, no matter how hard we try to not leave a trail. That is to by anonymous, similar to being in a car and doing things we would not do face to face.
I used to go out daily to earn my keep and to keep my family with room and board. All the necessities of living. That is the past as the children have morphed from babies in our nest to adults with nests of their own.
Since the needs have lessened, our nest is much smaller, I left the daily routine of going to a job to exist on a pension.
Without the daily interruption of punching a time clock I had intended to begin using the freedom to do more interesting activities, this has not become a reality. The reasons are mostly excuses, of which I am not going to list.
Anyway, I have tried many art forms, media, from the crafted to the imagined. Poetry, painting, carving, sculpture, leather work, photography, etc...
The art of musical creation seems to be beyond my scope. In that field I am audience, in awe of the ability to convert the physical to auditory rhythms and give pleasure via the ears.
Perhaps I will choose to expose some of the artistic endeavors through photos and text in future writings. I cease this verbiage for now.
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