Anathema or A Different Place

How to start. The world was created by syllables or thought or from the something that magically arose out of the nothing. Like a thunderbolt I would reemerge in your lives to harken you back to your greatest dreams but alas I am a wanderer whose staff has more miles to cross.

I am in love again. I live in Portland. I have a new job position that involves the word steward (tasty word). The girl I am in love with is great but a tad emotional at our distance right now. This new play that has been coming through me is kicking my ass right now. As of yesterday, I have a little niece named Indrea. The neighborhood I live in has a main street full of small businesses with nary a large corporation. Yay!

I was gonna get all eloquent and talk about how one's character shapes one's fate but I need to get back to work on reading Marcus Aurelius' Meditations. I'll post again soon.