Waking up

"You never get lost, although sometimes you might take a bit longer to find your way."

I have; I think, always found my way towards. within and alongside natural spaces.  Sometimes it may have taken a bit longer; sometimes it may have taken a bit longer to get back to what some might term civilization, or the other-than-nature, or the world that is not such a completeness of nature, or however it might be termed.  But do we ever get there, and is there ever anything like a return from. Or is it there within.

As I imagine is the want of any creature on this planet, we move in and out of experiences that surprise us, that sometimes make no sense, sometimes confuse us, sometimes cause us to wonder, to feel excited, to feel frightful.  We flow from experience to experience like birds upon updrafts that communicate with subtle shifts of wings.

I'm waking up this blog because I realize that over these past years, I have been existing within a bit of an analog world.  I have maintained a handwritten journal since I was 14, still listen to cassette tapes, compose most of my writing on paper, enjoy placing the metallic sharpness of a knife upon the wondrous solidity of wood, lament the loss of 35mm film camera technology, wish I could own a vinyl record machine and prefer talking face to face with people over texting or posting on all of the myriad social media opportunities.  Yet I find myself moving "towards that space" and actually, I have this geek-streak of reveling in technology and the wonders it can effect.  I have the great fortune of having worked with so many wizards and nerds - kudos to all bof you, you know who you are.

I'm waking up this blog because I see a way to intertwine potentials.  Onwards.