I find myself amazed that another year has passed me by. Sometimes I get so caught up in the day-to-day rituals that I fail to see the sand flowing through the hourglass. Please don’t misunderstand; I do not lament a failed memory. I celebrate the captured moments. For it is placed within the pages simple memoirs of thought that have found purchase upon the limbs of my tree of life. There is no other meaning of purpose that can outshine a well-lived moment. Having the ability to transcribe those into poems or stories is my blessing. Passing them on to another is my gift.

Having the reader understand written words, however, is not the intent or goal. These are merely a vessel of thought meant to inspire thought in another. Perhaps, there is understanding enough to know what I meant or felt. Yet it is in giving that I hope to nourish a musing toward your own experiences. The commonality between the two, if any, are meant to reflect the humanity in the moments. I do not think that we are so different; you and me. So when I look at your art and see a glimpse of you and maybe a trace of me I find the melding of experience most beautiful.

Another year has gone. Another life lived. Another seedling planted in our ever-growing forest of happenings. We can choose to look back in sorrow at what was lost due to time or look to the future in hope that we plant the good memories to come. As for today, I feel like chasing the current of wind until I find a word that will take me to the next moment. For it is a moment today that brings about the piece for you to read tomorrow. It is there that I hope to see you flourish. I ask that you display your art in a place for all to see so that others may find the beauty of your moments.