Life's a Beach. No really it is. Each grain of sand is a moment. Slipping through your fingers - some moments you wish you could hold onto forever.
So whenever this time of year rolls around and I'm getting reflective on what this year taught me, or what I can attempt to do better next year (as always: more exercise, less worry, more comfort-zone-exiting, less overanalysing) - I notice the random highlights that stick with me, the moments which remind me of the obvious 'lessons' I want to hold onto going forwards.
Ann Widdecombe has written a new book - "Sackcloth and Ashes - penance and penitence in a self centred world." It deals with what is our modern take on penance - is it punishment or closeness to God? Sounds like heavy stuff!
I used to braid my great granny's Jamaican head of hair. That's when my daddy noticed I was queer. That's the time my big brother started to disappear. That's when the fear begun to be there for me. That's when the bullying begun. That's when he first pointed the gun.
As a grieving man I am no different to a storm chaser. Terrified but compelled to move in closer, to be intimately aligned with something I hope can heal me but that has the power to completely destroy me.
Understanding a true meaning of love and peace is the beginning of wisdom and unity with the great spirit of the Universe.
Indiana here is a pug/dachshund mix, and at the time of recording, he was just a few months old. Not old enough to work