Anything creative. Having gone through the existential misery of wondering what the point of life is and the why’s and wherefore’s I reasoned I would adopt the ‘Orphic’ path, that is, I would appreciate the universe by means of my own creations and express myself in all forms of creative works;- Art, poetry ,music, photography, sculpture, writing, etc, and not now and then, but a continuing path. Flitting between one art form and another stops the ‘writers block’ in that field should it arise. I never want to master any particular path, I have no ambition to be a great writer, a brilliant artist, a fantastic guitarist etc, it’s the process, the moment that I am being creative that is important. It’s not remembering the journey and seeing it as a framed photograph on the wall, or an amusing post on social media, it is the journey, it is the being.
What is my direction, at the crossroads I ignore the sign telling me to go this way or that, and follow the crows.
The Western Gate 
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