My body is imprisoned in this town but I can once again escape creatively. I finally found that part of myself that I've been cut off from for over two years. I've climbed out of that hole, something that hurt far harder than falling into it. No more excuses or pauses, what I used to do I will begin doing again. Starting with revisiting pieces of the abandoned past.
Friends, do you know what’s in this box? My manuscript is in this box. (Or, truthfully, an embryonic version of my manuscript is in this box.)
My words are in this box; my poetry fills this box; in this box there is a book and somehow, some way, I wrote it. ✏️✨
Let the hard work begin.
Starting the documentation process. Hope to be able to create something. Not sure what yet. A book, a documentary, a podcast, something. Something that can help other parents. There’s a journey after you lose a child. There is a path we all travel. Alone. My desire is to offer a little light onto that path. From a Dad’s perspective. I hope to also find some enlightenment thru this new journey to Nepal.
21312 hours ago
#100daysofpractice Day 85: aesthetic satisfaction in the library of my university while working on final presentations for my classes. I absolutely love these prints and hope to have them in my own place someday when my life is a lot more stable. It's a beautiful reminder of what I'm here to do-- better understand music and then share that knowledge with others! (And yes I practiced today too 😄) 🎵 Peter Androsch: "Phonographische Studien" nach der Partitur von Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Serenade No. 13 für Streicher in D-Dur, KV 525 (Eine Kleine Nachtmusik)
51112 hours ago
When you have spent endless hours hammering those fingers to the keyboard while pouring those necessary two and three extra cups of coffee to keep creative juices flowing and yourself going...finishing a manuscript is like seeing the train rolling into the station at daybreak. We have to keep plugging to reach our literary destination.