This blog's name changed, again. That seems to happen with me on a regular basis. Malfits, A New Direction, The Blind Squirrel, Bear On A Bicycle, Gregarious Loner..... each blog name reflected my life at the time. Each name signified something, as does the new one.
The photos? 'First Friday' in Lancaster city. I will never be a city man, but on occasion I like to go in to observe the wildlife, and that environment is rich in critters.
I've been thinking a lot lately, as is my curse. My muse has turned to my own past, as a measure of perspective. A time line creates itself, and I'd like to lay it out here on the blog as a means to order my own thoughts. I'd like to... but there are parts I have agreed to be silent on. At the time, I thought it reasonable, and I suppose I still do. Still, it grates... and now that I examine it closer... I realize it ALWAYS ground away at my peace. Yes, I have areas of my life I'd rather leave in the darkness of the crypt, but there are others I wish to speak of, mull over, and chew on.... the better to digest. It's uncomfortable to have restraints imposed on that option, even if self imposed.
Honor, such as I know it, demands silence.
'Gregarious' has passed on. It represented a time in my life when I wished for the company of others, even if in such a vicarious manner. It was a time when I needed others, the support of a tribe, while I healed. The tribe vanished, or maybe was never more than shadow. What I thought I needed, I learned to live without.
The blog name changed, for I have changed. I have seen 'Others' and have come to realize there are very few indeed I wish to keep company with. I no longer rush to see who's calling, for there are very few people I want to speak with. I no longer have that in-rush of breath as E-mail arrives.... it will never be that person again, for they no longer exist... and perhaps never really did. There is a peace to be found in uncomplicated isolation.