Post by sanctus on Apr 28, 2010 5:36:18 GMT -5
I bid you greetings and salutations poets and friends. It is with some disbelief that I glance at my calendar and read the date of April 28th, 2010! I cannot look at a date without seeing the long winding string of events, people and places that have led me to this moment. I have been remiss in my postings here and I apologize.
It has been a busy couple of years for me, mainly with work and family, but, as always, I struggle with life and my place in it. Just this past summer, I was laid off from the firm where I had worked for almost 13 years and I was forced to begin again. Subsequently, I did contract work for several firms at all hours of the day and night, leaving little time for more subtle or enjoyable pursuits.
Fortunately for me, the writing never stops as I even write and read in my dreams. As for now, I am working for another firm, mainly doing projects for their Hong Kong office. My normal work hours are now 10PM-8AM. My hope is that my more regular schedule will give me more time to participate here and not be such an abysmal stranger.
My life is filled with irony, symmetry and chaos, in equitable measures, mixed with laughter, sunshine, and the occasional regret and sadness. Recently, I reconnected with an old and very dear friend and that connection gave me some pause for thought. Upon my contacting her, she replied, “I can’t believe it! I was just now reading the letters that you had sent me so long ago!”
On hearing this, I was immediately struck with two thoughts: One, she had kept my letters, two, she was still reading them! I remember thinking to myself, “Maybe there’s something to this writing thing after all!” Keep in mind that these letters were written between 30 and 20 years ago.
For myself I remain pragmatic about it and take it as a lesson. When we write something that truly comes from the deepest part of ourselves, without restraint, fear or worry of how it may be taken; we just may write something worth keeping.
Here I sit now, writing to you all with renewed hope for the future; a hope that has endured throughout my life, a hope for some peace, some small understanding and a connection to life that can never be bought or sold.
So, despite my predilection for solitude, I will be stopping by to lend an ear, a pen and figurative cup of steaming espresso. I have missed all of you, your sense of literary style, your outspokenness, and your dedication to the art of poetry. I wish you all the best in 2010 and for many years to come!
Daniel
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” - RMR
It has been a busy couple of years for me, mainly with work and family, but, as always, I struggle with life and my place in it. Just this past summer, I was laid off from the firm where I had worked for almost 13 years and I was forced to begin again. Subsequently, I did contract work for several firms at all hours of the day and night, leaving little time for more subtle or enjoyable pursuits.
Fortunately for me, the writing never stops as I even write and read in my dreams. As for now, I am working for another firm, mainly doing projects for their Hong Kong office. My normal work hours are now 10PM-8AM. My hope is that my more regular schedule will give me more time to participate here and not be such an abysmal stranger.
My life is filled with irony, symmetry and chaos, in equitable measures, mixed with laughter, sunshine, and the occasional regret and sadness. Recently, I reconnected with an old and very dear friend and that connection gave me some pause for thought. Upon my contacting her, she replied, “I can’t believe it! I was just now reading the letters that you had sent me so long ago!”
On hearing this, I was immediately struck with two thoughts: One, she had kept my letters, two, she was still reading them! I remember thinking to myself, “Maybe there’s something to this writing thing after all!” Keep in mind that these letters were written between 30 and 20 years ago.
For myself I remain pragmatic about it and take it as a lesson. When we write something that truly comes from the deepest part of ourselves, without restraint, fear or worry of how it may be taken; we just may write something worth keeping.
Here I sit now, writing to you all with renewed hope for the future; a hope that has endured throughout my life, a hope for some peace, some small understanding and a connection to life that can never be bought or sold.
So, despite my predilection for solitude, I will be stopping by to lend an ear, a pen and figurative cup of steaming espresso. I have missed all of you, your sense of literary style, your outspokenness, and your dedication to the art of poetry. I wish you all the best in 2010 and for many years to come!
Daniel
“Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems.” - RMR
