Standing Up To Be Counted

I do not aim with my hand.
He who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I aim with my Eye.

I do not shoot with my hand.
He who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I shoot with my Mind.

I do not kill with my hand.
He who kills with his hand has forgotten the face of his father.
I kill with my Heart.
--The Gunslinger's Catechism, by Stephen King

Ka is a wheel and everything must turn with it.

I, Cloudscaper, am an author.
I am young and striving to improve my words.
Youth fades but this striving shall not.

Ka is a wheel and everything comes back around.

I, Cloudscaper had a blog that I let die.
I lost the joy of crafting things there.
I felt constrained by my own expectations.
But now I am ready to cloudscape again.

This is my seventy-seventh entry, but really it is my first.
I made two entries to open this blog, my way of testing the water was fine.
Track 1: Intro
Beach of Lots on a Love
And then I moved in.
I brought a lot of cloudscapes with me, particulars I've become somewhat attached to.
Seventy-four. More than I was expecting.

I unpacked in reverse order, posting my newest scapes first and moving backwards in time.
Most are from the last four years, some a little older.
The order's muddled in places.
Dates don't really matter.

They're fragments of being.
Ways that I was.
Moments I just had to scape.

Having them here gives me a great sense of self.
Where I've come from. How I am. What I'll want.

This is a new blog, for a new year.
Say 'Happy New Year'.