A Little Silence, by Darkness


My thoughts are tranquil and so I write very little.


Even now when I attempt to conjure up an ounce of inspiration I feel dry and lifeless.  I normally suffer from an overabundance of brain activity, thoughts whirring about faster than light, ideas and questions plaguing me and following me no matter what making sleep difficult and tranquility impossible.  Now I am too tired to think.  This is a combination of being sick and being worn out from work.  The irony is that my body chose to get a cold on the hottest week of the year thus far, humorous?  Only sort of.  


Last summer when I was volunteering at a summer camp I was worked to exhaustion, so badly in fact that I became quite sick and even suffered from mild bronchitis.  My lungs and health have not been the same since, every six weeks or so I get a mild cold.  The sickness is not that bad it is it’s regularity and far down it drags me, my normally colourful thoughts are bland and my optimism takes a hard blow.


But enough of wallowing, I must be to work early and so I shall say fare well for now.


The Mythwright


All My Thoughts in an Image, by Cloudy Dusklight




I am very lucky to live in a place of great beauty, I am amzed at how wonderous this hill can be sometimes.  It isn’t always the same beauty either, it takes on many forms and many moods, this is evening after a sunny day with the clouds setting in.  It is landscapes like this that inspire me to be an artist, maybe someday I will post my drawings and not just photos.

The Mythwright

Raindrops in my Tea, by Lightninglight


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Typed on my iPod so errors are likely.
Today I sit on my porch with a cup of tea freshly brewed, the cold smell of rain lifting me up, flashes of lightning illuminate the fading dusk.  Distant hills barely visible in the haze of falling water.
A sip of tea; all is right with the world.  My mind turns to he Scottish highlands, I am reminded of them though I have never seen them.  Not a wisp of wind, the rain falls straight, but not too hard.
My mind is at peace and my body rejuvenated, Julie Fowlis and Enya play alternately in my head as memories are slowly cemented; this day will be remembered when times are darker.
Few things lift up my soul like a good rainstorm.  Nothing better to read by.  Nothing better to write by. Good for poetry, singing, hiking or just sitting and talking with friends.  Perfect.
The smell of the rain, the wet grass between my toes, the lightning flashing over all, this is experiencing life, this is the beauteous world we live in.  It’s always here, living and breathing around us even when we fail to see it or forget its beauty, it is just at times like this that I feel it the most potently.
The smell of tea, the song of birds, the drip drip of rain around me, the cool evening air, a few draws of my pipe should complete the evening nicely though, I don’t much feel like fetching it, this moment is fleeting and I wish to experience all of it for as long as I can….
The Mythwright

Evening Sprinkles, by Fading Daylight


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Not a whole lot to say, too tired for that.

Unfortunately for me it seems that writing and drawing scribbles doesn’t actually pay the bills, so like many others I have to troop off most every day into  work life in order to survive.  I know there are a few lucky people who actually have work doing things they enjoy, well here is a shout to all those who are not so lucky.

Recently I’ve been even more tired than usual, a forty-five hour work week is no small matter, I’ve worked eight days before my first day off, and now I have eight more before another day off.  I don’t mind work too much, I’ve learned to deal with it, but the rub is that working so much generally makes me too tired to do the things I really want to do, like draw and write.  Ah, well, such is life.

However!  Every dark cloud purportedly has a silver lining and when I can get out of my dark little cove of a work place I can actually see that lining.  I am an artist, amateur and learning yes, but I am one.  I see the beauty in nature around me and am filled with awe by it, my art still consists of feeble attempts to capture and recreate that beauty, but with practise comes perfection….I hope.  It is said that a picture is worth a thousand words, I always used to agree with this statement but until recently never truly understood it.

You see, the revelation came to me when I found myself poring over art books for hours, staring and a three inch square area of bark or into a small flour, gazing at clouds and studying incredible pieces of art.  I see the beauty in these things and I can pore over them tirelessly and that is why a picture is said to have a thousand words!  I often ‘read’ through my picture books soaking up the wonderful stories they tell, it’s why people watch a sunset or study art, we are really reading them.

This whole revelation had a story also connected with work and if it doesn’t make much sense it is probably because I only slept for about three hours last night.  Anyway, whilst at work the other day I had an opportunity to step outside, the warm evening breeze of the (somewhat) fresh (city) air hit me with rejuvenating force.  I stepped out from underneath the overhang to let the evening sprinkle fall on my head. (I am notorious for never using umbrellas and opening my windows specifically when it rains) I gazed up at the beauty of the clouds, their dark blue forms taking on a myriad of indescribable shapes, their edges gilded white and gold in the last rays of sunlight.

Yes, my silver lining, that one moment made the day bearable.

So remember, there is a silver lining somewhere, and never stop revelling in the beauty of nature not attempting to capture it with you pencil and brush.

Until next time,

The Mythwright

Post, The First


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First post eh?  Interesting, not exactly sure what to put here, though that may not be an uncommon occurrence.

Well, for starters, a blog needs a purpose yes?  The purpose of this blog is, yet to be discovered honestly.

The style?  Probably variant depending on the day.

The language?  Also possibly variant.

The audience?  Definitely variant.

Well, firstly I’m not really writing to anyone but myself.  I find my own thoughts to be a confused jumbled mess at times and the best way to organise them is to get them all out.  If I am only writing to myself then why write a public blog?  Well, just because maybe?

Anyway, all that to say hello to whomever may choose to read, but beware if you choose to read on because sometimes I don’t even make sense to myself.  To me this is a part of my journey, and I hope that this exercise, much like keeping a diary, will help me accomplish the things I strive for.

Signing off for now then,

The Mythwright