Happy Thanksgiving.
This being Thanksgiving, I would like to thank those who have helped me through the years, who have supported my mental well-being, who have laughed at my humor, and those who have loved me even when what was offered could not always be reciprocated. Such things are gifts and never obligations; therefore, I thank the whole lot of you. I also thank those who do not exist here, those I have lost to whatever passing event in my life that either separated us, made us fade, or simply made me (and me alone) forgetful & self-centered. If I were to tabulate the qualities of those from my past, I would be able find something there that would make me miss you terribly. I am also terribly thankful for the new connections and re-connections I have recently made. These connections have only brought me closer to already fascinating people. I feel like I have friends.
In part of my own artistry, I have incorporated the idea of homesickness as a theme in a lot of my own creations. This has been inspired by my own feeling of never truly belonging anywhere. These days, such comforts have been offered to me by those gracious enough to incorporate me into their lives. For me, such things are brass-struck, polished, and displayed proudly. I extend my thanks to those who have taken me in to that which has the feeling of home.
In part of my own artistry, I have incorporated the idea of homesickness as a theme in a lot of my own creations. This has been inspired by my own feeling of never truly belonging anywhere. These days, such comforts have been offered to me by those gracious enough to incorporate me into their lives. For me, such things are brass-struck, polished, and displayed proudly. I extend my thanks to those who have taken me in to that which has the feeling of home.