Pre-millennium Solstice
(28 September 1999. This came out of my own internal war between the New Age and the Corporate community. My cynicism often left me stranded in the no mans land in between these two sides, taking flak from both.)
The winds blow cold tonight, this night, solstice
eve, and my heart beats heavy and loud for
there is rebirth in the scent of the air.
I, a child of flower power birth. I,
a todler that celebrated life in
the Age of Aquarius. I, a youth-
ful discoverer of chanting new age
phrases. I, in full manhood, after search-
ing my soul and tearing from it heart felt
primal screams, am on the cusp of being
born again ––– born into a new inhe-
ritance, born into a future of my own
making… and I am afraid, so darkly fearful and frightened of this pregnant mo-
ment, scared that all I’ve ever been is, some
“Conservative, Understated, Nineties,
Type…” how the winds blow cold this night of nights, this
solstice night where all that is before is far
less than all that is to come, and the
moment waits… for me… for me to be… for
me to become… for a song to Ring Out
and herald the coming of My, New, Age.
About The Author
Tsc
A Gippsland lad that grew up in The Central Highlands, the Big Smoke, and on The Island, in The Lakes. Went abroad to China, Vietnam, Germany, with a few side visits along the way. Currently based in China.