Premonitions In The Paragraphs

Yesterday, I stood on the banks of the Ohio river on a blustery, gray evening. The storm was to arrive any moment, but as the wind picked up and my hair whipped around me I still stood there watching the brown, murky water. An overture of sadness filled me, and I had so many words in my head as I made my way through the littered park in Portsmouth back to the truck. Those words bounced around until they turned to questions, which began to turn into poetry.

Oh, at long last. I've been waiting five years for my writers block to end.

I sat down at my type writer this evening and reflected on yesterday evening. It wasn't the river, it was people on the bridge and on the boats. It was the littered park, and the zombies meandering along on their phones. It was what we've become.

So I light some oil lamps, adjusted the paper, and started typing quickly, rough drafting my thoughts. I'm unfamiliar with type writers, but the clacking and pounding of the keys help draw out the words from my mind.

It was yesterday I realized what the book I'm writing would be about.

"As the world encounters unrealized confrontation
Of the consequences of the choices made from years past
There is hope that realization of the situation
Is brought to light and we reflect on the source."

Today, Ryan and I met up with a friend of mine and found that her and her husband are of like minds. I crave knowledge our type of people can share amongst each other. From our friends who live in a cabin, to our friends who like us, strive towards self sufficiency in any way possible, my mind craves the occasional acknowledgment that there are others.
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This post was to be an update on all things at The Nook, but you know how I get - side tracked. This time it was of premonitions in the paragraphs.

"I stood at the edge of the great expanse of my mind
And felt the emptiness inside me, the hollowness
Of the shallow existence which derived out of the grind
We have been tricked into enslaving ourselves to."

With the election in November, and all the rioting and civil unrest, Ryan and I cannot get our life together fast enough. Step by step, learning to can, garden, create.

Ryan and I desire as simple life, which is why we chose the path we did. Why many others have chosen the path they have. But we see the emptiness of society, the growing unhappiness. Out of the shallowness of the grind of society comes many questions.

And as Ryan and I take those slow steps to self sufficiency, day by day, The Nook is as well. I've created the labels and batch formulas for a new line coming within the month to The Nook. Things have been slow going with product additions to The Nook's apothecary, and somethings have take the back burner such as the wax melts. This is because it felt as if something more was to come.

​I present the first label of the Herbal First Aid line:

About a month's time of confusion of herbs and studies led to me the realization of what was priority and what wasn't. Healing first, and the rest will follow.

So forgive me as I return to my writing, and I'll keep you all updated. I feel there are indeed premonitions in the paragraphs, and I intend to search them out.

Until next time, good health to you and yours.