Sleep eludes me tonight. My old friend, Insomnia, she has come a calling. Sometimes she knocks at my window whispering worry and concern and I do my best to send her on her way. Not this time; This time I have invited her in, made her a cup of tea and played her some quiet music. I am fairly certain that, if there is a goddess of insomnia, she must get lonely from time to time. I think that tonight, I will see what she has to say for herself, she has been known to whisper wisdom from time to time

Crow, from high, watches them pass.

Dark eyes, casting no judgement, wonder

That they see without seeing, move

Without purpose, a strange dance

Ancient Oak, old god of the forest,

Stretches to embrace those that forget

that, at his bark they rested and felt

the touch of leaves holding the wind.

Water streaming 'its melody from

bank to root and hidden stone,

calls the names to those who pass

that they would hear The Song of All Things

once more.

On waking I knew that today was to be given up to Bacchus, that the devil would have his due and the lords of chaos would claim their 10%. Some days are like this. My eyes open, waking assails me and the world slips away. Never mind that I have things to do...they will wait...they have to! Today is about meeting myself and having an argument. Who will take control....the poet, the philosopher or the pragmatist? Today, it is the poet....lost in his life...seeking meaning and definition in words. Wrapping himself in hope and belief that there is a better way...that I can be more...that we can be more. Can we? Can we rise above the blinding fog and see beyond our horizons? Can we reach out and offer hope, comfort, love and bacon.

A distant song

And there it is again, that call to...I don't know what. Don't know where...or who...it is a call though. A siren song to my heart. To me. who I am. It is there when i wake up and my last thought at night. That there is something more

Reflections No1

Visit upon me that touch
that is beauty, run sanguine
through these hungry veins.

Be to me as the Autumns'
breeze gathering moments
in these dancing leaves.

I would discern through
eyes untouched by thought,
that my heart do the seeing.

For it is my Anam that knows
the shape and form and touch
of the thing that is Beauty

The kiss of Helios

The morning has embraced me in waking. It is a beginning, a chance to improve on my yesterdays, and that is what it must be. Today must be a day of activity if I am to make good on my desire for a return to wholeness. Let quiet contemplation be partnered with gentle music. These moments should have meaning and should be a foundation on which to build this day.

First Facet

So the initial post has been published and the theme is set, now for an introduction to my good self and the reason for this self indulgence. Firstly, I am a story. That story has a name. My given name is Andrew Timothy Doyle, My chosen name is Dubh'Gall. I prefer to be called Andrew and if I let you call me Andy, trust me, it is a gift. Some people call me Drew, which I don't mind. One person calls me Roo, which is a gift to me. My closest friend calls me Dark Stranger (the translation of Dubh'Gall...basically means viking). Each of those names are part of this story.
My journey has been eventful at times, quiet at others...yet always meaningful. Every person, a stanza in my poem. I write some poetry, not very disciplined. I've never mastered recognised structure or form. Still, I am sure I will post some of on this blog. I enjoy an active imagination and have always fancied that, one day, I will write a book...I just need to discover that elusive inner well of motivation.
I have faith in humanity and believe in people. I always trust that the vast majority will always do the right thing. I separate individuals, preferring to see the singular over the collective. Still seeing the whole as a thing of beauty though. The tree is as beautiful as the woods.
I have a great love of sunrises and sunsets. I love living in the city of Worcester, it is a place that speaks to me and it has a wonderful voice.
I have a companion on this journey, I will only ever refer to him as The Great and Mighty Straun, Straun or The GMS. He is my best friend.
This is an insight into just a portion of me, I am sure you will see more.