2018 - Retrospective

2018 - Retrospective

This is what I posted on Facebook:
This has been a strange year. It's been a year of a lot of professional growth, but also a year filled with a lot of creative struggles. It has been a year of returning to a lot of struggles with managing my energy and endeavors, and questioning how I support and am supported by others.

It's been a year filled with re-learning how to communicate, and then having been hit with setbacks and trials. It's been a few months of staring in a mirror and trying to figure out what's staring back at me.

It's a year of, for once being healthy enough to feel like I'm back to where I was before I got sick.

This has also been a year of finding better ways to exercise my voice, on both my behalf and those less privileged than me, in various capacities.

I don't know what my next year looks like, but I don't know that I've ever known, going into New Year's Eve. For over a decade, life continues to be a wild adventure, I don't know what's around the bend and I accept that my role is to be prepared for it.

Let's go adventuring. 2019, you're on.

The rest of this post is about what I'm writing here. And only here.

Poetry - Wish - Neil Gaimen

Poetry - Wish - Neil Gaimen

A little poem and a little art for 2019, from Neil Gaimen.

Quotes - Martha Graham

Quotes - Martha Graham

“No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.”
― Martha Graham

West Marches - Beneath the Surface, Quiz's Counterpoint

West Marches - Beneath the Surface, Quiz's Counterpoint

There was no indication of time in the Estate House of Moray, but somehow, the Dwarves all seemed to have some internal clock to their rhythms. Celebratory drinking and song eventually gave way to sombre storytelling and the dull clink of passing coin and card. Over time, the dwarves came to a drunken state of rest, emaciated from their predicament as they were, their constitutions yielded to strong drink. Around him, Sedriks idly plucked at the Viola like a guitar, watching and nodding as handfuls of small brass and silver coins were deposited on the table before him.