One for the road
Well, my friends, it's time to go.
It's not too hard to see that Thorn Tree's time is over. The gaps between posts grow longer just as the ideas and words in them grow colder and less inspired.
For whatever reason, I seem to have lost interest in the political world and I no longer have the fire or the courage to chronicle injustice in it's myriad forms.
I still watch and I still listen but my days of writing on these subjects seem to be done.
I'm moving on.
One of the greatest honors of my life has been the fact that the brilliant and passionate people who frequent this blog think that my words are worthy of their attention. You are my mentors, my allies, my friends.
We once huddled together as the world burned.
There is still so much to do and so many words to be said and perhaps someday I will find my voice in these matters again.
Perhaps not. Only time, as usual, will tell.
I'm concentrating now on my son and the new life I'm carving out inch by painful inch. Some days are terrible. Some just fine. Some are wondrous.
I'll be around on the web. I comment here and there and I'll continue to visit your blogs and stay in touch. You can always reach me at email@example.com.
I will always be there for you, my dear brothers and sisters.
I will say farewell with my favorite quote by Tennyson that just feels right at this particular time:
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are—
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.