Author: ruxland

I’ve intended to at some point in my life to start writing. It’s seemed I have been waiting for the right moment. Has that moment arrived, I hope so. I have spent the last several years somewhat immobilized, stuck in a hole, adrift in the open ocean on an open raft. Depression has followed me as a shadow, usually a white shadow but mostly dark. Accompanying me much like a hitchhiker or skulking raven. I have isolated, so much related to the pandemic, retiring and moving twice. Of course I don’t consider myself to be any worse off than anyone else.

My journey has been one of exploring my past life through writing, journalling, photography and research. I’ve started many stories, essays, novels and science fiction. I’ve written about many of my occupation’s and most depressingly explored the past traumatic events that were probably the initiators of so many of the decisions that I made in life. This website is intended to be an extension of my journals, writings and photography. I leave you with a poem.

Your Arrival

By Dave Rux



		If you have arrived, thanks for coming.
		How much of your future have you lost?

		We anticipated your coming, not in dreams or thoughts,
		Your appearance was foretold.
		Writing of books and etching in stone,
		Mostly in the light of the stars.

		We have been drifting through a space of maps,
		Not knowing our direction.
		A moment not of speed, time is not a factor.
		Your appearance is not needed, you never left.
		
		Is your birthday a celebration of your birth?
		Do you know, is there a starting point?
		How far have you come, which direction?

		Forward we travel or is it past?
		Celebrate your future, celebrate your past.

		Thanks for coming, you have arrived.

I decided I needed someplace to post my writings and photos to add illustration.