The N.F.T. & Me
When I was introduced to the more complex aspects of bitcoin, block chain, and subsequently, NFT’s, I was beyond newb. Beyond embryonic if I'm honest. Also, I remain the better part ignorant about what the heck it all means.
Who is Sasquatch; With Sunbow Truebrother🌈
Introduction Sasquatch has been a topic of debate for the better part of the last 60 years, but the stories of their existence go back long before written records were kept. I am deeply honoured to be able to have had the following conversation, with an Elder who has spent the last 40 years reaching out to Sasquatch. Who he, and I refer to as our Elder Brothers/Sisters.
Three Summers Off The Grid
The concept and practice of Off Grid Living, has long been a fascination and a goal of mine. It remains very high on my list of dreams and goals to accomplish. The ability to live comfortably and sustainably, with or without money, with or without the infrastructure of modernity, is a skill set we would all benefit from learning about.
The Daughters Of Hathor
Maia woke abruptly and jumped out of bed, the intensity of the dream, palpable and clear as a bell. It was time. She had lived so long with this effervescent feeling of impending miraculousness. It wobbled in her heart, like a mirage of a golden jewel. Despite the shadowy darkness of her waking world, or perhaps in direct resistance to it. Her life was filled with trauma and mistrust. Her dreams whispered possibilities to her, that filled her with the inspiration of a thousand muses.
The Starboard Sabbatical
Stargazing on the ocean was one of my favorite things. I had been on the pursuit of the sublime, with abandon. I did not pursue this carelessness by way of frivolity. No, it had been as a result of the ripping insistence of loss and pain. The early understanding of the fragility of life, instead of creating timidity, bred ferocity. The kind that inspired me to paddle my board out into the bay, and lay there watching the stars, waving my legs through the phosphorescence that played on the surfaces of the sea, mirroring the dark night full of stars.
The Red Door
The Real estate listing said “needs love.” This was exactly what I was looking for, a derelict property I could buy for a song. I had been saving every penny for five years, and along with my inheritance, I had enough to buy a property outright. Well, I had enough to buy a 500,000k property outright and a lifetime of property taxes left over.
The Grace of Grieving
When my dear friend (and editor) Lesley asked me to contribute an article on grief, I balked, Hard. Although I am no stranger to grief, I do not feel in any way equipped to advise or direct others around this intensely personal process. In fact, repeating any of the advice I have received on grieving also sounded…less than desirable. So I decided to go on a cultural journey into the many ancient traditions and cultures of death and grieving around the world, as I am Irish, so I will start there.
The Ferrymans Daughter
The air exploded into my lungs as I was startled awake. A flood of disappointment as I realized my time on the ship would have to wait until sleep took me once again.