the flight

as sure as the day is long, time flies with an efficiency that can only be described as avian. it moves both silently and effortlessly through space, propelling us forward into more a mature and perhaps critical state of mind. we become more aware of consequence and seemingly imminent failure. as red wine will stain the pages of a book we must embrace the new imperfections on the each page and make adjustments accordingly.

the importance of art is becoming clear to me once again. for i had momentarily lost it. lost sight of its purpose and meaning and the sheer amount of sway it can have on individuals, communities, and the world. i am back in the theatre again amongst strangers with whom i know nothing and yet almost everything about. the next three weeks will be devoted to self growth and discovery. prior engagements will stand, however it will be about me. i see great things in the future. i can reach them. touch them. feel them. yet i have not yet figured out how to grasp on.

i feel a shift. change. adjustment. i've matured. i must remember the youthful naivety to bring fresh ideas to the table and use practical experience to breathe life into them.

it is time to create.