User:	athenagrey
	Date:	2009-12-08 11:34
	Subject:	Taking stillness from the woods
	Security:	Public

I have been thinking a great deal about what comes next, about owning land again and being where I really want to be. It's made me restless for change. I have nothing in common with the Armani-clad titans of greed that I encounter in my professional life. They are strange creatures, their humanity buried so deeply under their ruthless egos.

I came to New York for so many reasons that no longer exist. It is getting more difficult by the minute to justify being here. Some expectations were met. Some didn't come to fruition. I have a few projects to finish up that will take a few years, but I'm not building any plans beyond that. I find it hard to build any plans here that last beyond the moment.

The only way that I can hold on for the next few years is to spend as much time out on the land as I can. I have been in woodland preserves and along the inlets and marshes, all the land that borders on the Infinite.

I am surprised how much undeveloped land there is here. Maybe I just couldn't see it before because it looks different from the miles and miles of woods that border the roads at home. Here, there's often a narrow access corridor between neighborhoods that leads to the land that no one wanted.

Rough. Surprisingly pristine. Beautiful.

This is where I am spending my time in the weak daylight. This is what I dream of, each long night. The stillness is infinite in these woods. No one will notice if I carry some home in my heart.