Where Life and Genres Collide
There is a life/death/life cycle that no one wants to live too closely to. This week, as the full moon began it’s decent to the grave and the bluebells pushed towards the light and life waiting for them above the loose soil, a mirroring occurred in my own life.
Before we ask ourselves these 5 very simple questions, take a moment and pause. Take a deep breath. As we begin to question ourselves, a war will start to take place between our instinctual self and Our “logical” self. We must not listen to “logic” for it is little more than our ego’s worst fears. ... Continue Reading →
Birdsongs in winter, higher, shriller, call to hearth, home, longing a sun-warmed life. Frothy green, the winter lichen circumspect the pines, inching towards a sun-warmed death.
Why aren't scientist rushing to Gabriel Brothers to study the mysterious black hole that must exist somewhere behind its deceptive doors? [Gabes]: "Want some unbelievable rewards?" [me]: I do need a birthday gift.... [Gabes]: "Why not step inside?" [me]: *shrugs* Two hours later, the doors swing shut behind me. I have to squint to avoid... Continue Reading →
