The Art of Being

All I can say is, much like this post, I didn't know how it all started, where it went, and I pray it never concludes. All I knew was that I simply was in that moment, and the precise art of being is one to always be sought but never mastered.

An Adventure Contemplated

And so, my pulse slowed, fever abated, fingers went numb. Yet there is still a touch of blush in my pale cheeks and blue lips. There is still a glint of the blinding sunrise scintillating in my eye.

Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything

Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.

A Reason For Today

Sometimes the whole point of today is to simply get you to tomorrow, and even sometimes tomorrow to the next day. For two pieces of cloth with a handful of stitches between them is altogether useless. You need every stitch in between to make it a proper coat. Only then can you weather the storms.

Refresh

So it is that on the backs of clouds and evaporating dewdrops that our every concern may be taken from us and pass into the corners of the world in which we have no obligation to meander nor dwell. For what greater joy is there than skies of deepest, most innocent blue, and a morning... Continue Reading →

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

Make Me Brave

A powerful tool. Why does it seem we're all, carelessly, pointing guns at each other like fools.

Conor Walsh Music

Minimalist piano and electro acoustic composer

Rivers and Roads

She is clothed in dad jokes and mustard yellow

Mistakes & Adventures

What I've always wanted