Melancholy Jelly Beans
I have not been without words nor engaging topics for discourse, but somehow I've found myself more intertwined, if not lost, in my artwork and poetry development. With a few minute sketch or a simple splash of unspoken verse my thirst for expression is relieved and my desire to write is lost. But like anything else in life variety is a must, if not to season the palate than at least to keep one's sanity.
In my time away I've spent my wandering days all over the eastern seaboard of Australia. A dizzy ass array of stops from a sheep farm in the bush to a marijuana mecca and plantation, a surf town, a winery-filled valley full of glitchy memories, an epic rock concert, a theatrical performance and then the cosmopolitan junkie called Sydney. Now though, I'm back in the southern city of Melbourne awaiting my flight out in a weeks time once my visa lapses. Sad really. Sad because I'd love to stay longer than the three months I've been alotted. Honestly, I wouldn't mind staying indefinitely. Check real estate trends on the west coast and set up shop. Swap out passports and citizenship and ride the proverbial wind of change. Unfortunately that's not the reality of my situation, at least not at this juncture in time. It is, however, something on my mind.
What becomes of me in the next few weeks shall be interesting. I know I'm at a transitional phase in my life. A good thing. A difficult thing but a good thing. And though I guess we're all at a transitional phase every time we face a choice and make a decision, I sense that the fork in my road is a major one not a minor one.
When weary is your world
Go and spin another
When weary is your world
There is heaven to discover