Confessional

Hi, yeah… I didn’t want to admit this.

Not to myself. Not to my 1.5 cats. And definitely not to you.

I’m on The Path now. 

Yeah, The Aligned Path, The Golden Way, whatever… We’re past naming.

———sigh.

No more pretending I’m still looking for the entrance. 

No more wandering through the woods, hoping for the best. 

No more searching for signs pointing me in the right direction.

I found a trailhead where the trees grinned at me.

That was definitely my cue.

Part of me didn’t want to step forward, but I couldn’t not.

So here we are. Where the game takes a deep breath, winks, changes shape, and points at me with a crooked, mischievous grin that says, “You’re up, darling.”

I’m out of excuses now.

I can’t keep telling myself I’m just… 

Figuring things out, just refinding my centre, just wandering with purpose…

…

…

I’ve gotta walk forward, even when I see The Path’s teeth glinting in the moonlight.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander

P.S. Pardon the brevity of this wee little Whimsie. As I shared in The Return of the Me, I’ve been awash in another surge of creative energy, which has lead to

• Dissecting, analyzing, and rewiring my writing Voice

• Channeling a heap of thought, feeling, and observation into over 40 poems that bite, prod, sting, soothe, and kiss.

• Building six sonic worlds (ahem, playlists) to help surf this creative tidal wave

• Summoning and shaping a new character so meaningful they’ve become part of me

• Discovering and mapping a new love paradigm I didn’t know I needed

• Writing more fiction in 6 days than in the 6 years, since I first brought Ava to life

Which has honestly been an absolute pleasure. I’ve had a lot of fun, but I’m realizing this isn’t exactly light work (except for perhaps the playlists.)

More like installing a whole new OS into my nervous system. Which apparently makes for quite the system shock. So surprise, surprise, I’ve been unwell this week.

Chills. Sweats. Aches. Coughing. The whole hazy, low energy parade.

Thankfully there’s plenty of racing on the next few days. Plants, cars, and cats call.

Have a splendid weekend.