:: anne in the attic ::

Create Your Own Countdown

:: Thursday, July 31, 2003 ::

It's that strange time of the season when everything seems to have gone to seed. Everyone seems a little spent, it's a little bit too hot out, we've all been working hard -- making hay while the sun shines here in the Northwest, and energy levels are at a low point now. Summer feels like it's winding down and August is just beginning.

My 20-year high school reunion went off without me, but I am on the e-mailing list and have had the joy of hearing various communications throughout its process. There weren't many hippie kids (or rather, children of hippies) at that school, a place of ease and priviledge. I wonder how much I would have to talk about with many of those people now, save the ones who were my best buddies (one of whom turned out to be gay, too). And I hear Dan Fogelberg singing, "Ohhhhh, live in the country....."

And in the end, I am forging a well-known path of solitude these days. There is much work to be done in many aspects of my life, it seems. There are those who would like to see me falter, who have tried to toss various wrenches into my spokes, and I have had to set myself apart from them. I will not be dragged down into the pit of despair by the vipers already there.

In the moments between intentions, thoughts, and doings, the music fills in the spaces and desperately hopes I'll notice it long enough to write it down, or commit pieces of it to memory for later. Right now, the music comes easier than the lyrics, and it feels equally set between guitar and keyboards. When this happens, I always wish I had more time to compose and create. But perhaps the creativity peaks when I am busiest, simply because the muses take that sensory overload and turn it into inspiration. In whatever form it appears, I thank them, and implore them please, to continue; for, this is one of life's true pleasures, out of which can be borne such beauty that words cannot describe nor justify.

:: Anne 6:32 PM [smartass remarks] ::
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