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.

A moment of Clarity

    It has occurred to me that I have allowed myself to forget myself. There is a gravity to the mundane, when you drift too near to it, you are drawn closer and closer, not noticing that you have stopped moving. We begin to lose ourselves, forgetting the things that have moved us forward, forgetting ourselves and the poetry in our lives. We become blind to beauty, deaf to truth and our voices are lost to silence.
   I am less when I stop seeing, when I let my eyes become clouded by the concrete and steel of our society. When I stop looking outward, I also stop looking into myself. My inner world reflects how I see the outer world. Yet today, something reminded me of this, it was a thing of beauty that pierced my shell of disparity and reminded me that I am more than I appear to be: Even to myself.
  If this Blog is anything, it is a letter to myself. A route for the many facets of ...who I am to communicate to ...who I am. It is a thing of hope and a route on my journey, another path for me to follow.