Reading was an escape during my childhood, but after a degree in English Lit, the last thing I wanted to do for fun was read! It took me years to find the fire again, and as it follows, the more I read the more I noticed a me-shaped hole.
Stinging In The Rain
Scorpios. Man, we get a lot of heat!! Unforgettable, for better or worse, it would seem. Artistic, intuitive, passionate, loyal, honest, determined, sexual. So, human, essentially. Like everyone else. What's so bad about all that you ask? Nothing! The two edged sword is the negative qualities associated with us; jealous, secretive, resentful, manipulative, prone to cloudy moods that may or may not involve lying down in a puddle in the middle of a thunderstorm, wallowing in our newest grief. Allegedly. So I've heard. From other people.
My grandfather had left me his final masterpiece; the most otherworldy rolltop desk you'd ever seen. Secrets upon secrets lay imbued into the dark oak and stained pine with its drawers, cubbies, and nooks galore. And magic. He had recognized almost immediately after I was born that we were old souls of like fashion; kindred spirits born to create functional art. He had planted the seed early in my life to not just decorate space with things, but to build things to occupy that space, and to learn to build things in such a way that a part of your soul was left in the grain of the wood. That is the magic I was taught. I felt him still as I sat down and began exploring his handiwork.
Message In A Bottle
Once again, the "new year, new me" time of year approaches. At this point, that phrase makes most people roll their eyes so hard they need a chiropractic adjustment and a shiatsu massage from throwing their neck out of balance. Even those among us who aren't know for being introspective tend to fall into the rhythm of joining a gym, cutting out sugar, buying a journal, or taking a break from a habit they know isn't good for them. I've been a bartender for eleven years. I've been drinking for about that long too. Do I drink because I tend bar? No. Do I tend bar because I drink? No to that too. Why do I drink? Why did I decide to stop for awhile? Pull up a chair and grab a cold one.
Less Is (Gil)More
I look like that little viking figurine up top, more or less. I'm of German, Scottish, and Irish descent. I have light brown hair, the sides of my head are shaved, I have a large, mostly red, beard (that includes blonde, brown, and, recently, grey hairs), and I weigh 265 pounds. I didn't always look like this, but I do now, and I will take to my grave that Gilmore Girls is one of the best shows ever created.
Strange times make stranger people, and people strangers. Some of us have been hiding behind masks for years, and now that it's so commonplace, what once made us outcasts now unites us. They tell us these masks are for safety, but weren't the ones we were wearing before for safety, as well? Who will we be when they tell us that it's time to show our faces again? Will you remember? Will I? Do we even want to be those people again?