Power Mill Park
Power Mill Park, originally uploaded by GinaMoe.
If you have not already guessed (my loyal 18 readers) I’ve decided to come back out of cyber-obscurity. Due to a series of isolated encounters I thought it best to pull the plug but as they say, when it comes to the internet things move quickly. So my break was a blip on the blogging radar.
Outside of the internet psychology is not as quick; it’s an internal event that takes far more time. I wanted to gain perspective and I thought that through change, contradiction and patience I would grow. But I feel now after spending a few hours trapped in a snow storm in Power Mill Park that constant change leaves me with nothing left, nothing unchanged. I can’t expect to find perspective when a value has not been held for a single moment. So here I am left surrounded by what I am and have always been. A silly loud square peg stuck surrounded by a world of round holes.
But all those similar holes have made the board weak, so if you pound and pound at it with your square peg, the board will break and then we’ll all be free. Glad you’re back.