Where are you? Did the wind-up bird forget to wind your spring?
- Haruki Murakami
Where did I go? Why was my spring abandoned? I left it for work and writing. I've abandoned this blog for too long and I felt an empty place in myself tonight as I realised what I had left alone. I've come time and time again to stare at The Rice Bowl...with nothing. Here I am. I've found my track and finally feel balance in the world. Why is it that when balance comes, the words won't?
Did I find a direction for this blog though? I feel there are big changes ahead and people who may depend upon this as an outlet for contact. I want to write about...writing. The force that has driven me into my future and the thing that completely consumes me, now and forever. I feel trapped with all these things caught in my head. I absorb the words of others, but now I want to share. I want to share the things that I encounter through my days. The things that I love. What I love are words...the ones from others and myself.
The abandoned bird is coming back. My spring is wound...let's watch this fly.