Ode to Beginning

The first day of spring has come with lingering stubborn grey skies and brought me an itch in the throat – something throbbing about in my head; the pain of too many thoughts. A nostalgia.

The green outside my window buds with yellow and pink spots and I think: time never stops passing, becomes overwhelming when you choose to stop, to take it all in.

“For what more terrifying revelation can there be than that it is the present moment? That we survive the shock at all is only possible because the past shelters us on one side, the future on another.”

Funny how words find you, hold you and understand you.

I often turn to books for inspiration, a meditation before falling upon some random page. This quote from Virginia Woolf’s Orlando found while manically searching for a title. I decide on Ode. A messy too shy to say poetic attempt at easing these dangerous melancholy thoughts.

Welcome x