The mainline on the bowside

This is just a test piece using Windows live Writer to see how it goes.

The first blog post I’ve written since coming off the road back in July.

I hope you will forgive the absence. I’ve been in morning for the   Journey, I guess. Trying to figure out what to do and how to be without my daily employment as a writer and observer of my country and it’s failure to lookout for it’s own. Of the bright tenacity and kindness of it’s peoples in most situations.

Having a purpose like that is hard to give up. It is like the end of a relationship or even a death. Of soul. Of purpose. Of meaning.

It is hard to return to it. There is resistance. I will try to fill in the missing pieces and complete the book of the Journey I only half finished.

I hope to do this more frequently. Resources keep presenting themselves to me. Like this blog tool.

And seeing The Field of Dreams again this afternoon. The scene when Terrance Mann is invited out into the cornfield. The very place I stood in Dyersville just 5 months ago. And he says to Ray Kinsella “I’m a writer. It’s what I do”

After years of not writing, the writer regains his passion, his purpose. It struck a cord. It seemed right. Message received.

Luckily it wasn’t years for me. Just a few months.