I've been spending a lot of time away from home lately, visiting a place I like to affectionately call "the Waterloo Hotel". It's been a journey. I find myself teetering on a constant boundary of being human and being an elf, unsure of where I belong or where I'll go next.
I'll tell you one thing, I am happy. There are moments where I look at where I've been and where I am, and I can see the future clearly. However, I must tell you, there is something daunting about the idea of surrendering to my human form. I feel like the last 4 years have been a different kind of adventure. My creativity has carried me like a raft in the chaotic rapids of life. I have seen a future of solitude, where I pack up and live in a hobbit hole away from society, destined to make art and music forever. How could I ever live differently? How could I possibly change the direction of that path? This is the inner epic of The Graceful Bard, simultaneously being written and unraveled. Where does the trail end? Where did it begin? Is there such a thing as destiny, or are we merely creating the triumphs and tragedies as we go along?
Wishing all of you, and everyone in my life, wellness and joy.
As I get back to finalizing the schedule for our beloved 505 Fest, I find that the rapids of life continue on. So I hop back onto my raft, and prepare to go home to NY.
Some things are a lot.
Some things downright drain us and make us old.
But..
Some things are worth it. π
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2024-04-25 22:49:15 +0000 UTC