“Our awareness is all that is alive and maybe sacred in any of us.
Everything else about us is dead machinery.”
Death has been on my mind recently. In as much as this is not going to be a personal blog, yet it is important to recognise and ackowledge what moves us. The clarity of the ending is a powerful motivator.
The theme of this blog will probably change a few times before I am comfortable with it, the way it looks, they way it feels. But here, in this first page, I offer myself as a writer, for myself, to myself. All welcome.
A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing?
It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.