20th February, 2019

Five minutes to rest, lie back on a pile of words and take stock of the graces and gratitude of the weeks gone by. Stolen moment of peace, five minutes, before toiling at a project envisioned and espoused by a younger man of younger patience, single-mindedness, moments of madness. It’s too late to turn back on the intentions of old, as they have shapes, lines and endless vacuity that seeks to be filled of course. That is the nature of the notebook, or the blog, or the canvas, or the score. But five minutes alone to capture the grace of the given moment is warranted, and warmly received. Old habits of searching, hunting and gathering creep up, as they always do, in one form or another, but I’m otherwise well. Well.