Here I am again, at my writing table, perched by the sill, window always open. Gone are the avian voices I’ve come to rely on. They have packed up and moved on to condos south of here. The hearty souls left behind are singing a different song; more subdued, with occasional breaks of urgency, perhaps a cry of warning. Changes are coming.
It’s been too hard living, but I’m afraid to die
‘Cause I don’t know what’s up there, beyond the sky
It’s been a long, a long time coming
But I know a change gonna come, oh yes it will
The voice of youth in my head tells me change is a good thing. I value that voice; always have. Change is good. That was my battle cry back when I tore my way through corporate barriers, burning all the old bridges behind me. Unfortunately, all I had in my pocket was a disposable lighter. No worries however; there would always be another way to get across the river. Retreat has never been an option…never will be. That’s what my young voice tells me.
My hunger for the new and different thrives on change. It’s been the only meal I’ve ever eaten. I am my father’s son; a nomad, a chameleon, a survivor, and a lover of all things new and exciting. On the morning of his death, my father told me of the fantastic journey he had taken the night before. With relish, he recanted all the friends he toasted and shared a laugh with during his final night on earth. He died looking forward, satisfied his work here on earth was well done. I hope I can do the same.
For the past few months, I’ve been sitting at this window pecking away at the last seeds scattered in the bottom of this box I once called a home. It’s time to start gathering my gear. That voice is calling again; the spirited cry of a young man in search of sustenance. It’s the same voice that carried me to this perch by the sill for a reflective look out the window.
The break is over.
I’ve seen what I need to see.
I’ve toasted friends and drank to times gone by.
It’s time to move on.
My journey is far from finished.
I came to this window to complete a book. The voice of my youth now tells my otherwise.
Instead of completing an old book, I’ve started another. This one will be completed on the road. I will continue to share the content of my new book with readers of this web log. This unique platform they call a blog has opened many doors and spanned many miles across the waters of this planet. It’s a bridge I have no plans of burning. It’s far too valuable for an old guy like me whose flame is far less hot than it once was.
So my friends, I hope you come with me on my journey. At least stop by to share a drink and a snack. The kitchen’s always open and, despite the limited menu, the style and flavors will always vary.
Peace and Love,