The Sands Are Running Out

Haven’t updated here in a bit.

The sands are running out of the jar and I am feeling disconnected, disjointed and unsettled. Slowly turning my focus towards other things and places.

Getting ready to resume the roaming that has come to be such a big part of my life. The nomad prepares to ride again and I feel one fire fade as another burns ever brighter. Turning inward I say less and think more all the while trying to shut down the voices inside that beg for release.

The time is coming when I will shed this skin and start dragging the sled. The contradiction I refer to as patience asks for my attention and I remember that I none to give and an infinite reserve to draw upon.

Won’t explain or offer more words because it is either understood or it is not.


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