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I'm feeling more than a little blocked lately. I have "visions", bits of this and that, stories, poetry, song lyrics, the wind, all whippping around in my mind. I've been meaning to sit down and write for the last couple of days, but I always get a couple of words in and lose focus. I am, after all, mostly an air being. And earth.

I had a revelation of sorts. I'm a doer, I find the things that need to be done, the things that are lacking and manifest them into a sort of reality. The crux of it is that I might have lost focus on what my reality really is. Am I one thing and not the other? Did I create something in myself to fill a void? Honestly, I don't know. I'd like to say yes, because that would be the easy thing to do. I've been like this for alot longer than I would like to admit, and I tend to forget where I was 20 years ago. I can make things possible, fantasic things, I'm a creater. That is my earth element. But I drift, like the wind, sometimes devistating the things I create, sometimes invisibly passing by them.

There are clouds rolling in right now, real ones, bringing rain and heavy winds. I'd like to stay up a little late tonight, take in the scents of the approaching rain, the lake near by, watch the trees in the back yard sway and dance. I think the wind animates the otherwise unmoving life around me. In that way, air is a doer too.

Earth and air...

posted by September @ 10:43 PM