I live in the space where work, life, and adventure overlap. And I do it out loud. After spending a decade in New York City, honing his craft as a sideshow performer, my brother decided to take his act to New Orleans. He moved south in January but spent a couple months performing at the Fringe Festival in Adelaide, Australia. When he returned home in March we used some extra mileage points to pay him and his girlfriend Frankie a visit. 8221; balcony scene happens in.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014. December 17, 2014- A New Blog. And though at times impetuous with emotion. And anguish long suppressed,. The swelling heart heaves moaning like the ocean,. We will be patient, and assuage the feeling. We may not wholly stay;. By silence sanctifying, not concealing,. The grief that must have way. After you die, .

Even when it is shit. The joys of the Home Office. Not likely because the reason UK is leaving is to put a stop to the free movement of people. Not likely for the above reason. For which there is a staff shortage. The blithering idiots do not seem to understand that some peopl.

This is an account of my attempt to recover my life whilst dealing with my grief. How do we get the most out of our time on Earth? How will you measure your life? Monday, 18 November 2013. Did I wish this hell upon myself? In some twisted way. To last you the rest of your life? When life got too much. I used to pull out my pen and paper. Now I tap tap tap.

My wife Alison age 37, lost her life while riding her motorcycle on the 28th April 2011. Alison was my life and all I lived for, she was my soul mate. We had eight amazing years together. This is my blog about coming to terms with the loss of her. Please see the blog archive for earlier posts. She was so beautiful and I will love her for ever. Wednesday, 13 February 2013. Sorting out and 2nd visit to a medium. Every couple of months she used to have her.

Thursday, July 7, 2016. I look at that post, re-entering all of those days, the horror and the beauty and the right-here-with-me inside this that he used to be. The endless, endless retching. Knowing it still lives in me. You say this with that light in your eye, in your voice, teasing me. Holy fuck, it is true. What I said all those years ago.

Four years and still counting. One of the sobering things about bereavement is that time marches on, regardless of the bereaved person. J and the girls in the old quarry. They were very tolerant back then. Lots of other tragic events happened around this time four years ago.

The Two Faces of Evie. I thought it was just me that had a face for the world and then one with the cracks that I tend to keep for behind the closed doors of our home. I am discovering this week that although Evie may look the spit of Colin she is most definitely like me in this ability to create a happy exterior when inside you have a chasm of sadness that dissipates but never will go away completely. Continue reading The Two Faces of Evie.

A Space to Heal Insprational quotes, meditation, mindfulness and finding inner calm. Insprational quotes, meditation, mindfulness and finding inner calm. By A Space to Heal. Here is the finished space.