Year six, days upon the calendar fall, keeping time with the leaves. I ponder the idea and then circle back to it time and again. Should I stay, or should I go? Will this pause mean forever and for my writing what will it become? The painting calls to me. The exhibition is mere days away. Gallery walls are lined with crates. Chapters in my life, years of narratives all packed away.
The writing will continue, of this I am absolutely certain. But for now, I know I must weigh every decision so that life’s chapters, those longing to be written, may be realized.
To all who have ever picked up this publication, and for those who have affectionately cataloged each entry of this column, I extend to you my gratitude. My years of shared writings with the Citizen may continue, however, infrequent. This decision has been a calculated one with much consideration for you the readers. However, as one who lives as much by the pen as the paintbrush, my calling has ways of continually presenting more possibilities, yielding greater ways to steward through future renderings.
In the editions to follow, my column may not appear, however, you may continue to find occasional new editions via the Citizen’s digital edition. I extend my deepest appreciation as much to the Citizen as to the Citizen’s faithful readers.