kms to Tamworth's south east. On the face of it, its a chance to be absent from distractions of home and the create opportunities to create some new poems - poems which have remained unrealised ideas. I've been living with vague ghosts who swim in and out of view, teasing me to reach out and give them written form.
In reality, its also a chance to fallow. I'm not the man I was and nor do I want to be. If I was to compare my former capacities to my adjusted standards, it would always be an uneven fight. These days, I have both the hunger and and capacity to consume of normal men, making comparisons a cheat. By the time I left home on Monday afternoon, I needed rest and a chance to breath air without sharing it.
Selfish ... once maybe. Perhaps we might just write it off to my creative vagaries. Being me was once so much easier because it required no thought, no consideration. Changing has made life easier for everyone but me. Sanity comes with responsibilities and creates expectations.
Two years ago, I was advised by a guru who had handed me tools with which to craft a better me, to set up a place I could retreat to, preferably close to home. It should be quiet, discrete and comfortable. It was advice I ignored for a long time and for many reasons.
|Foggy Nundle evening|
Suspension of belief is easier when you produce and direct.
The second fruits of the delayed departure lay in the approach to Nundle. It had been raining for most of the trip south and then east. More was gathering to the east behind Nundle as the last hour of sunlight was lost behind cloud and fog. The ground glowed orange and the sky a deep, threatening blue. Dividing them was a line of cloud morphing in colour between the two and running down gullies from the hill tops, scampering away from parent cloud which had anchored to the high ridge lines. But for lateness and promises made to the owners, I might have spent the next 30 minutes taking photographs which would have caused argument and the assertions that they were produced by photo enhancement and not opportunity.
|The fire was waiting for me|
Red wine took care of the rest of the evening.