The river of life only flows forward.... but this blog includes posts from the past too - from the original Metaphoratorium,The Puzzled Dragon and The Arts Attic. Little notes, photos and artwork by Mad Mar (Mistryel) Walker
I heard today that when wind chimes shimmer their bright bells on the wind, that the sound chases out the old stagnant fears. Well, I have no idea but one left untried. It's not so much happiness I seek, as that is in the moments. It is sustaining income without the loss of sanity as a trade-off. I feel like this old pup - constrained by a panel of glass I am only dimly aware of, and looking sadly into the distance.