This time of year finds me more and more befuddled, I heard that it's called Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD - what a bitch...). I don't buy into SAD - sounds too much like a wimpy assed activist group, but I do recognize it being a serious issue to some and I mean no disrespect.

So lately I been chugging cups of coffee to combat the listlessness waiting for Stewie from Family Guy to pop out of nowhere - "Ha - now is the winter of your discontent!" (W.S. from Richard III) And I feel this surge of purpose that's beyond definition or conventional design, it's inspired by those that I know.

The world around me offers a myriad of complex individuals for me to know, most of which I haven't seen in years yet remain in contact sporadically via email and the oddly timed phone call. I often view the core of these to epitomize craft(s). That 'core' to me should be abundant with a wealth of shared ideas and creations that are self sustainable and offer vessels of opportunity for those around us.

It's as if someone forgot to install the last rung of the ladder

and that last rung is the essential part that escapes most us - mediating the terms that engages us in the contention for the incomplete; we get a sense of fulfillment coupled with mediocre successes (when measured against the skilled potential of the core - no dis...)

A Summer banquet filled with strangers, where apparently they knew me, by the #'s quoted anger from the drama in their movie - I explained that I'm no actor for directing better suits me, while I poured myself libations in a rear view tethered loosely.

So I mope - but I'm cool so moping looks intense and outwardly it appears that I'm on to something, when it's actually nothing - a happenstance of season, the sum of which seems better off ignoring, so I think my better option is the first wind which comes blowing. A

through our helixes and ladders there are always ever afters