Oi

I stood back from writing... ...only to look forward to a vacant cove underneath my creative splatter to call me into it... .... I went to this secret place I call "Oi" and I found inspiration once again... ....What does this space hold for me?... another creator, destined for the greatness to live this life... ...he is my friend... ...below the hews and colors, behind all things made stands a fellowship of the spirit...sometimes only one or two others.... that give to construct... who speak to make move ....who unravel the energy of motivation to others searching ends that produce no results... ...that produce no benefit.... and change it through their energy... ...A maker with plenty to make is nothing until touched by this energy to weave into woven God's endless measure of thread ...and Oi is the place that sustains the break of emotional blocks and leans me into who I am as writer... It's the end of my writers block, him my loving dear friend... ...who brings me into a place called "Oi."