Life is something that comes and goes in seasons. The trick is to let yourself experience those seasons without beating yourself up.
If you listen to your heart you know whats going on.
Imagine a bear fighting the urge to hibernate. Thats what I can be like sometimes.
Actually sleeping for months sounds nice……….if you could think and process while you slept. Imagine all the nice dreams you could have. 
Or l o n g nightmares!
For me personally, I have been processing heaps, America, New Zealand, my life, where I want to be, why am I here, why is my visa card maxed out, what am I gona do, what do I want to do…………………what kind of Dad am I, where am I really wanted, where are my friends, who are they, what are you doing God………….
All this as I tread the streets of Denver beneath mostly blue Denver skies.
On Nov 20th on a cold day I sat in Pablos and out came the pen and the poems began.
Great coffee!
It was the season of writing, and in writing I realised just how much had been going on in the silence.
So I am back.
Please let me know what you think of anything I have written. Especially my latest offerings, White Christmas, Home & Pablo’s Picasso.
My hope would be that it strikes a note with your journey too.
If you write, contribute here. Don’t be shy.
I believe writing has been very good for me.
I don’t know if it’s poetry, but I know it’s me.
Blind Poet.
P.S I have been working in this too click here > A Blind Poet Project
Dear Poet,
First want to make sure this post ‘appears’ before I spend a lot of time responding to your poems and comments! This is my first post.
I really like many of your poems! You are inquisitive about life. I see……You seem to wrestle and duel with your feelings written. I do understand the energy in your words.
I am such an emotional being like you……I have attracted drama in my past which I now want to avoid.
I do enjoy writing with emotion atttached. I usually write if someone moves me from deep inside. I will write to someone I love (friends or family).
I like writing about sexual feelings and what drives me in that area of my life on an intellectual level.
Being an intense person, not everyone can handle my personality. Or understand my sense of humor?
I listen to my heart, the Universe, and my gut now! I want good karma in this life!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts with others! You are not alone!
Rhonda
Namaste’
Hey Graham,
Love your reflections in these poems.
It’s kinda sad how we get sucked into measuring our riches by our bank balance – or lack of it – yet the real riches are simpler things like being able to sit with a coffee, be still a while and write…How much time and energy we waste chasing these things we call ‘gold’.
These seasons. A friend once said something along the lines of ‘all summers leaves you with a desert’. We need winter. And spring and autumn (fall). What would summer be without them? We wouldn’t recognise – or appreciate – summer if it wasn’t for winter. It’s the natural cycle of life to have a period of slowing, resting, as you say, hybernating. But our culture says that’s not natural; take stimulants, keep going full speed: go go go.
On home. I’m thinking home is a place to return to. Not so much a place to stay.
People who stay at home their whole lives run the risk of never living; never realising what it really important to them; never discovering the depths of themselves.
But having somewhere to return to, where people love you no matter what, where the familiar affords some peace and rest, even if it’s only for a season. The prodigal son discovered the meaning of home, but his brother didn’t.
Maori use the term turangawaewae. (too-rung-a-why-why)
I’ve copied this definition:
Tūrangawaewae is one of the most well-known and powerful Māori concepts. Literally tūranga (standing place), waewae (feet), it is often translated as ‘a place to stand’. Tūrangawaewae are places where we feel especially empowered and connected. They are our foundation, our place in the world, our home.
In the concept of tūrangawaewae, the external world is a reflection of an inner sense of security and foundation. The mountains, rivers and waterways to which one can claim a relationship also express this internal sense of foundation.
See ya,
Craig