Coming Out

Maria Rainer Rilke on Death
The Rumours Of My Death Are Highly Exaggerated

A long, long time ago, a dead white man, probably while drunk, supposedly said: “I’m so far behind, I don’t know if I found a rope or lost my horse.” OK, I’m not entirely sure how dead people drink or say such dandy things, but, boy, do I feel the same!

So what have I been up to all these years? A whole lot of nothing!

Other than babysitting, tubeschooling, and sobbing buckets of tears, I’ve mostly been busy battling this little devil that’s taken refuge in-between my two years. And that started long before the COVID-19 pandemic, long before the whole world came to a screeching halt, and certainly long before the passing of dear mom.

So much happening in so many days. And for so long I’ve wanted to write, to create, to share. But in vain have I tried to win this inner creative battle.

So I’ll make this post short.

This is all I’ll say.

I’m coming out of my shell.

And I’m going to win this creative battle that is raging within.

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