It is of endings that I wish to speak

Exuviae remind me that life transforms into something else.

The exuvial remnants of a cicada (20080621_07096)

Rain reminds me that rejuvenation lies just beyond every horizon.

Rain drops lingering on the leaf of a shrub (20080617_06874)

Even the smallest of streams reminds me that everything is on its way to someplace else.

A small stream on its way to another place (20080426_04769)

Sunsets remind me that all things end.

The sun setting over White Rock Lake (20080119_01411)

It is of endings that I wish to speak.

Temporary endings, but endings nonetheless.

Working a schedule of twelve days on, two days off, twelve days on, two days off, and so on ad nauseam…  That’s my life at the moment.

I need time to focus on other things.  Finding a new job, for instance, and relocating, not to mention The Kids and work on Dreamdarkers.

For at least the next two weeks I intend to step away from blogging in its totality so that I might seek those answers which escape me at present.

This is not permanent.  Consider it a furlough, a sabbatical.

More important matters require my attention.  They deserve as much.

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