Good morning. I have a sudden need to reflect on the day. It’s March 22nd 2021, I haven’t really spent much time in the woods in the last few months. After a very camera active end to the year I had a sudden burn out and retreated to building a ancient looking vocal booth in my living room. A sloppy carpenter I am I suppose, although adequate enough to assemble some walls and run some wires down from the rafters. It happens. The end to the Covid ordeal seems to be at least a little closer yet I personally feel kind of far away. For other reasons I suppose as well. The balance of music and photography has its way with me as usual. Good news is, the band I’ve been working with the last 3 years is about to release it’s first single. Dear lord how much work and effort that took, and you thought photography was hard. Passion is a flammable tool but it burns out if you don’t keep the tank filled.. and time can be so unforgiven when it comes to trickles and small cracks. The last year of my life was an interesting one, I feel like I let the wind blow me around a bit. It was fun and reflective.. and chilly at times. Like standing in cold water with waders on, wadding for something amazing to happen. We wish our hearts away for something magical, putting ourselves in an obvious path of where we think it might strike, hoping to be graced with wow but all to often we're simply clouded in fog. There are no promises ever fulfilled… just the hope and illusion of such things over time. I guess. I wish I could say it gets easier in time, but it doesn’t. So I’m waiting on spring now, the birds have found me and all that keeps me from some quite mornings outside my 15th century vocal booth and peaceful balcony tweets is the jumble of a pesky squirrel knocking over my hopes and dreams each morning. Might be time for a squirt gun. I tried to baptize myself in the pacific a few weeks ago.. but I don’t feel any different. I’ve been watching to much “Vikings” lately. Just some sandy toes and new shells came of that endeavor. A floor filled with stones and shells and skeletons from various adventures I’ve undertaken reminds me it’s probably best to wear pants without pockets while taking a walk near the ocean or in the woods. I’m sorry I speak in riddles, as I said, I needed to reflect today. “SKULL!!!”
I suppose I should leave some words before I go. A token to the gods. This came to me today. Let it remind you to just be yourself and to trust in that.
“If you didn't do what you wish you had done, Mizzy, or if you did do what you wish you hadn't, may I suggest that back then you were simply acting on instinct, and that it served you well? Particularly knowing, as I know, how else things could have gone and how well you've done for yourself.
Oh yeah, Mizzy, we are so proud”
The unspoken voice of the universe has such a way with words.
Farewell.
-me still