Over the familiar chime of the door as I walked into Black Press, a local coffee shop and one of my longtime haunts, I overheard the barista talking with a customer about their upcoming move down the street to a suite in a brand-new shopping center right in the middle of town. "Yeah", she said, "Sunday is our last day here. We'll be moving in and ready to go at the new place on Monday." "Sunday", I thought... "Sunday is the day I move to Ireland." I expressed this to the barista and told her it looked like I'd be leaving with the old building. "An end of an era..." she said. Truly, it is. I am moving to Ireland. It sounds so wholly random to the average ear, but unbeknownst to many, I have long held a deep spiritual connection to the British Isles - the lands of my Celtic ancestors, and Ireland especially has always occupied a special place in my heart. As if the ...
Hello, and welcome to Pensive Leaves! Whether you weathered the recesses of the internet to reach these digital shores by course of intent, or perhaps landed here by accident - the result of some algorithmic clicking induced rabbit hole, you've made it! But, where is that? And, just what exactly is Pensive Leaves? That question I can answer easy enough, but it's perhaps the better question, 'what are pensive leaves', that requires more explanation. I'm Garrett, and Pensive Leaves is simply a place for me to share with you, dear reader, fragments, reflections and vignettes of life that intrigue me. Here you'll find anything from poems to musings old and new, and it is my hope that you will also find something that inspires the soul and incites further creativity. My intent with this blog is to be just as much an outlet for myself as it is for you so that we may find in each other kindred spirits. I've always been pas...
Splash Homecoming Aquamarine, to fields so green, you've arrived, finally. Can you smell it? Sit up, open the oculus for the oracles to stir you into the realm of beauty sublime. There... do you hear it? The whistling invisibility proves it's all around you always, It was always eternal. You forgot, but remembered now. Then, do you see it? The trinity of eyes opened again on our subliminal plane, everything is smiling at you. Now. Can you taste it? So close, you can taste it. Every thought held aloft forever, completed it's journey through the proverbial river here, enveloping you in love. And in that embrace, Can you feel it? Welcome home. - Originally written circa 2019 - Garrett
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