The Edge

January 3, 2012

This seems a fitting poetic offering for the changing of the calendar year.

I’m sitting at the edge,
Where the sea & city meet,
I am unendingly grateful
For the life at my feet

Ain’t no cause for complaining
When the world’s so good to you.
If you stop long enough to listen,
No doubt you’ll find this true.

I hope you find health, happiness & laughter
Every way you turn,
And that the lessons in your life
Aren’t too hard to learn.

(3:03pm Friday, February 27, 2009)


Reduced to a Whisper

January 2, 2012

Alright, I’m starting to get impatient here. I haven’t been able to talk properly since New Year’s Eve, when I did a bit too much yelling over music, and combined it with alcohol and being sick (my throat was already sore beforehand).

I can only really whisper now, and even that is somewhat taxing.

I’m feeling kind of trapped inside, and I’ve got…bedroom fever, I guess (since that’s where I’ve spent the majority of the last two days, trying to while away the hours).

Even listening to music is a rough experience, as I just want to be singing along. But alas, I can’t.

I can’t help but notice that this is likely a sign or lesson from the Universe, especially because it’s the turning of a new year, and all the resolving and renewal practices that most pour themselves into (or at least commit themselves to) associated with this time of year.

Perhaps this is a lesson in patience, or to appreciate what I have (a voice) and exercise my right to use it more often (for myself and in the name of injustice), and take better care of myself. Or maybe it’s just a lesson that I should listen more and talk less. It’s probably all of those things and more.

I guess I’ve essentially been self-sentenced to a silent retreat, left mostly to my thoughts – and my keyboard.

I haven’t formulated all of my new year’s resolutions just yet (more like goals or plans), but they are forthcoming. I’m still wrapping my mind around yet another year gone already, so I might need another week or so.