I'm exactly what I wished for once upon a starry night. Took decades to notice the contentment staring back at me from the bathroom mirror. Things on my wish list should've remained the same, whether I was 5 or 80. Adult things got in the way to muddy the clarity a child brings to the world. My path has always been the way of the creator. These days find me chronicling peoples’ lives and placing digits on fretboards to find the right sounds to tell their stories. These pursuits are not new, only discarded years ago for whatever the fashion was back then. This invigorated stage of life is a product of recycling. Repurpose my purpose that I described in an essay I wrote when I was five. DATA CHAOS is the name of my b(r)and. If I ever catch my breath, what would I do next? Relying on muscle memory lately as I try to stay out of my head. I usually draw swords when I attempt to traverse the terrain of my brain. Thoughts get roped around one another until reality and reason become untenable.
Make a touchstone every day: capture sounds only fingertips can produce, record a conversation between woodland creatures, create a statement with buttons and glue. Leave something at the end of the day that was not there when the sun began its ascent. Collect enough glimpses into brilliance and one is bound to find a path to truth. We make our own luck by listening to one's soul whisper. Magic never left us, even when we tossed our tools aside and achieved in life the opposite of what we had always dreamed. Clocks don't care when you get around to something, or completely change course and forget all the plans that at one time really mattered. If joy is found in building up and tearing down, rubble suggests a masterpiece in disguise.
Don't think for a minute Darla Varney has vanished into the night. Simply put, Darla is the night. She's also history made and waiting to unfold. Quite literally, Darla is all over the map, and her time piece has struck the wishing hour. But do not fret. Darla's covered her load, obeys all posted speed markers and is ready to pick back up the threads she's been spinning forever. Once you get there (Forever, I mean) try to park as near to the entrance as you can.
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