She said, "Spatter, why is a raven like a writing desk?"
I believe it is, as it was in this the most beautiful of stories, a time for moving on from this small hobby of mine. Dearest friend, this is my omega text, the last words I will write here. My leave indefinite, and I find it unlikely that I will discover my way back. This blog has meant so much to me, and served its purpose so well. Thank you to all who read it, I hope that somewhere in my mess I've written something worthwhile for you. The 45 kilograms that started this story have changed so much, that it just seems wrong to continue. As always, and for the last time, live long.
Fairfarren Alice.
Spatter
Thursday, September 10, 2015
Wednesday, September 9, 2015
049
To
be young, to be open and fearless and curious.
But we burn our hands on the stovetop, we learn to be afraid. We tumble down the rabbit hole, curiosity
weighs against consequence. Some kind of
wonderful sweeps in and handles our heart without care; the doors slam
shut. We grow older, though time is only
ancillary to this transformation. Rather
it is through our experiences, and more directly our perception of those
experiences, that we lose those precious gifts of youth. Age is a number, the weather on your body; but
to be old, that’s the weather on your soul my friends. Eyes blue as the ocean, vast as the
heavens. I believe I was as old as I’ll
ever become when I was twenty one. Since
then, I’ve only become more young. Live
long.
Spatter
Thursday, September 3, 2015
048
"My greatest fear in life is that someday, on my operating table, lay a soul who need not stay; and I will not have studied enough to urge the body to reconsider."
Many years ago, I made this statement to a friend; my colleague, and my mentor. This Friday he will be honored for his academic achievement in medicine, for his resilience and knowledge. In this spotlight, he has chosen to quote my words, remembered from long ago; something for which my gratitude cannot be defined. It does well to pay homage to those who have shaped us, to remember those who have been there for us, never wavering in the face of adversity. More often than not I forget that I have such people around me, and I pay more time and attention to the wrong individuals instead. However, I am always called home by those most loyal, by those who care. I'm so very proud to be called "friend" by the great movers of my life, so very excited to be a part of their stories, and constantly humbled by their actions and accomplishments. I urge you to take a moment to think about your great movers, to reach out to them, to let them know you care. Life, after all, is terribly short, even if it's the longest thing you'll ever do. With that I leave you. Live long.
Spatter
Many years ago, I made this statement to a friend; my colleague, and my mentor. This Friday he will be honored for his academic achievement in medicine, for his resilience and knowledge. In this spotlight, he has chosen to quote my words, remembered from long ago; something for which my gratitude cannot be defined. It does well to pay homage to those who have shaped us, to remember those who have been there for us, never wavering in the face of adversity. More often than not I forget that I have such people around me, and I pay more time and attention to the wrong individuals instead. However, I am always called home by those most loyal, by those who care. I'm so very proud to be called "friend" by the great movers of my life, so very excited to be a part of their stories, and constantly humbled by their actions and accomplishments. I urge you to take a moment to think about your great movers, to reach out to them, to let them know you care. Life, after all, is terribly short, even if it's the longest thing you'll ever do. With that I leave you. Live long.
Spatter
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