Could you fathom of how utterly impossible it is to populate a blog, which hitherto has been hewn from heartache and homesickness, when one is unassailably, utterly, unequivocally and uniformlycontent?
No. And do not pretend you could ever. This is my anti-wallow.
I am egomaniacal enough to imagine that somewhere, some soul is missing the regular emotion laden missives of 2013 which so succoured me through that annum. As such, I frequently feel responsibility to tackle my Tumblr and tap out a tale for posting. I wonder perchance that irksome irritation invoked by eschewing my espousing is only of my own creation?
Yes. Almost certainly. This is my neglect-regret.
Yet, there is a glimmer of respite! I was given a camera yesterday: I will blog its first film. I spent a lazy afternoon falling back in-love with sauntering on one’s bicycle. I am buoyed by innocent pleasure given from spectating strangers. I miss the month long twee crescendo of yuletide glee celebrated in the hemisphere antipode to my own: ‘This-time-last-year’ indulgences give reason for writer’s-anguish to arise. Is there material to suffice a post in these generous gifts of object, emotion and activity?
Maybe. I may just tie a tenuous tome together. This is my schism-stitching.
So on this sun-baked Christmas Eve afternoon I sit in her quintych bay window observing the art of a zephyr in the trees and sparrows. I scroll through nested folders photo files, pausing for a moment on spring morning dew dressing the echeveria elegans I love: yes, it is this image that will head up this post. I command a playlist from a favourite dirge - as ever I need music to write to. I beseech friends for taxonomy; verbs, nouns, adjectives; declensions; and motivation. And as I type, I find the prime form of the architecture of this epistle pleasing. So with the joy I take in reckless loquacious wordiness and blathering verbosity whilst touting such tactless tautology, I force a reflection on first the annus horribilis, then my annus hecticus, and our (soon)annus mirabilis.