where I was and where I am

I have just moved to a mining town. Previous to this, I was in the most gorgeous beach side suburb... living below the poverty line. It was a major stress...24/7. The only answer was to come to this extreme, harsh, not real friendly place.

Don't get me wrong, my quality of life has lifted. We have good food, can drink good booze... can buy most anything we need or want now. We have a house supplied as part of the deal...

But I am a long way away from my kids, my friends, my family... and a place where folks knew me. I had a place, a role... a reputation. I miss that.

I was, for fifteen years, a street musician in my old town. I miss the beautiful random connections I once could make.

Here, I am isolated.

My creative aspects are repressed.

Perhaps in time I will find my feet.

Perhaps in time this place will see me.

I am invisible here.

That is a kind of death that I have never had to deal with.

Cycling from high to low is death and rebirth in itself.

But this is something new and not nice...

This is hermitage.

I am no hermit, by nature...

Peace.