"You can't go back home to your family, back home to your childhood, back home to romantic love, back home to a young man's dreams of glory and of fame, back home to exile, to escape to Europe and some foreign land, back home to lyricism, to singing just for singing's sake, back home to aestheticism, to one's youthful idea of 'the artist' and the all-sufficiency of 'art' and 'beauty' and 'love,' back home to the ivory tower, back home to places in the country, to the cottage in Bermude, away from all the strife and conflict of the world, back home to the father you have lost and have been looking for, back home to someone who can help you, save you, ease the burden for you, back home to the old forms and systems of things which once seemed everlasting but which are changing all the time--back home to the escapes of Time and Memory."

- Thomas Wolfe
You Can't Go Home Again

Monday, May 10, 2010

Technical Difficulties

Please excuse the prolonged delay in updating my blog! I have sooooooo much to write about, but my computer crashed and I have to wait for it to be repaired. In the meantime, I'm writing from the Apple store (on a new iPad, no less... Can't decide whether I like it or not) and will probably have to find a library or somewhere like that to continue writing about my adventures.

Let's just say, in the last week, I experienced a little bit of heartbreak, walked home in the pitch dark in the woods with a blue-haired faery as my guide, swam against the current of a river flush with water from the recent rains, jumped off a 20-foot cliff into the river, milked a goat, lost my mind and then found it again, lost some weight, did some drawing, and continue to absorb this wondrous place I've found myself in.

Liberty is not a place; it's a state of mind. And I am still on the right path to find it.
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