But on the plane this summer, as I flew up into the atmosphere from the French summer fields, as we darted into plumes of white clouds, I had a revelation. It's like the clouds spoke to me. They parted the clutter of thoughts in my mind and delivered the plot. Maybe it was also inspiration coming from the Summer Festival in England, a week I had spent in a tent and in a Buddhist temple, completely offline and deep in mind-transformation. Anyway, the clouds told me to start a new project. A blog or perhaps a book, a digital journal, a new project of words and images and heart-exploration. To really dig deep into my writing and expand it and believe in it - and create it. Maybe even to find one of those old fashioned publishing houses and pitch an idea their way.
There are stories to be told - and the time for the telling has arrived. So the silence will likely continue, on an outward view at least. Although by November, the frequencies should start to change up on this blog. As the leaves fall from New England trees and we delve into that delicious season of dark afternoons where creativity seems to peak as we sit by candles and fires and commune with our inner pathways. I will be back, with more discipline and dedication. I will be communing with the muse, asking her to fill my mind with her blessings, and I will be writing from that space in the clouds.
Gazetteer of the Bombay Presidency. [Edited by Sir James M. Campbell. General index, by R. E. Enthoven.].
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