So! Yes, Again!

I have been working for years

on a four-line poem

about the life of a leaf;

I think it might come out right this winter.

                                       Derek Mahon, ‘The Mayo Tao’

So! Yes, Again!

Hey

How have you been!

After quite a long  here I’m, prepared with the awkwardness and a subtle uncomfortable feeling to pick up where I left off. Truth be told, during these six years I’ve been taught that life is just life and all you have to do is to live it even though sometimes it gets in the way and few things that you find sustaining has to take a backseat. Those days establish a certain quietude in being, in its vibrations. They prepare you for a different consciousness to preserve your energy.  The break in continuity that I took in writing wasn’t really intentional, I really missed it. Even more penetrating was the fact that most of the time I had ideas flying around but I could not bring them to my desk. Strangely I looked at this as phenomena of my self-identification. This moving around of ideas, this coming and going, this gliding, this chasing one another was so full of exciting adventures, completely absorbed in their own stories…

My heart yearns to begin again but I do fumble around where to start. The flux and flow of my language may show you a sense of continual crisis or sometimes fraught with a little music of its own. However, as you’ll see that I’ll keep it real. After all we cannot love every moment we live. Henceforth, my blog will preserve moments of significance, often small and apparently trifling instants or perceptions. These moments actually take precedence over big dramatic events of our life. The long afternoon walks in solitude, coffee with a friend, early morning rays of the sun, sunset by the river or long conversations with your kids: they actually lead us to where we want to be.
Wislawa Szymborska once wrote:

                          Seeing such sights I loose my certainty

                           that what is important

                           is more important than the important.

Dear visitors, time to dust out the cobwebs. Let words flow…

Now, it’s over to you.