|Musings From an Airport Dweller||
Aug 19th, 2013 2:35:10 pm - Subscribe
My writing changes. Here, there is mystery. There is a level of the unknown- perhaps that is the muse that my life is missing. Things have gotten far less aggravating in my life since I stopped telling half truths and shrouding life in some sort of invisible cloak of perceived excitement.
|I Feel: Placid
I Hear: Boarding calls, and screaming children.
February 04th, 2014
|I enjoy this post. The second paragraph is interesting and I particularly enjoy from, "It's exciting. It's terrifying" down to the end.|
February 04th, 2014
|So I was sneaking back to Aeonity and saw you had commented my last entry. I have been writing again so naturally I found my way back, if only to look. I was sidetracked by following your comment to your most recent entry(this one). I was caught up by it. I like your tone and wisdom, your contemplativeness. That's a word, yeah, contemplativeness.
I wanted to say hello and how are you? I have been revisited by the idea that I should be writing letters to practice and keep motivated. I was revisited by that idea while reading your post so I am inviting you to a conversation I thought maybe you would like to correspond.
I have just returned from a bit of a pilgrimage. The entire last two and a half or three years have been quite an adventure. I managed a bar, spent countless days playing in the woods by the river, rode the train across America, stayed at a buddhist monastery, bicycled through mountains and over the Golden Gate Bridge. I am just trying to build a case here lol. I have met some really interesting people and I want to share about them.
I like your writing voice and would be excited to have your audience. I hope this message finds you well.
March 12th, 2014
|Why hello old friend,
I hope that you are well- it sounds like you've taken time to grow in the last millions of years. I would love to have a proper pen-pal. I too have taken in the last little while to letter writing. I feel it is an art form that is so nearly dead- when we life in a world that seems so fixated on surviving on 140 characters of less.
If it may take two days, two months, two years or two decades- I will leave this here with the potential for that conversation, that correspondence.
What a beautiful and novel thought- to share stories of life. Thank you for your message Clayton, it's discovery came on a day where it was needed.
The email address in my profile is still my active account, and I look forward to hearing from you. And of you, and your adventures.