Thursday, 2 September 2010
Backwater; 'Trapped on a leaf in a vine' (from lyrics to 'Backwater' by Brian Eno).
Life, as it is prone to do, has caught me up in its wave lately. It's taken me some time to make it to shore. Today I spent on the sand, just out of the breakers reach, taking deep breaths, getting my bearings and re-acquainting myself with life moving at what I consider to be a normal and attainable pace.
I haven't exactly landed on a desert island (which would be my preference) but these few days I have given myself to catch up with stuff and to get back to writing, could at least be described as the kind of un-regarded backwater I seek; ideal to hide myself away in, and write.
Spring has arrived and as always, I'm conflicted. Mostly I'm ready for the change to warmer temperatures and longer days, yet a persistent, perverse snippet of me wants to hold on to the way winter allows for hibernation. Sweet hibernation.
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