Grian kills Scar. He kills Scar and he calls it ‘The Ultimate Betrayal’. Why? They’re not teamed, their brief allyship fell apart a while ago — which of them is he betraying? “I’m sorry, Scar,” he says, killing him, and it’s familiar. It is an echo from a past life, finally bouncing back. This time they fight with more than just their hands.
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Nathaniel Hawthorne writing about Herman Melville. Journal entry date: November 12, 1856
“It is strange how he persists — and has persisted ever since I knew him, and probably long before”
Source: Jay Leyda, The Melville Log, A Documentary Life of Herman Melville: 1819-1891, vol. II
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Today had other plans
I really had an urge to head for San Fransisco this morning to open water swim in the ocean and to write in the Castro district, but, decided to stay home in Modesto instead.
A guy I met on line and have met once in person is coming to the house tomorrow. So,
I planned to do some cleaning in his honor.
Then the phone rang. It was Martin Cantwell. He once lived with me but is now homeless out off Hatch Ave. south of town. He wanted to know if I had his mail. He uses my address for his mail. I said I’d bring his mail and some money to him.
The cleaning would just have to wait. Arriving at Hatch Road, he was standing neath a tree near the McDonald’s. He got in my car and asked if I wanted to meet his friend Tyler, also homeless. I bought coats for Martin and Tyler a few months ago. I said “Sure”.
We drove to where Tyler and several other people were gathered behind a near by strip mall.
Tyler was very appreciative for the coat that I had given Martin to give rot him.Tyler is maybe 6’ 2”, he is a white guy, large framed, short blonde hair and handsome face. He does not look homeless. Later, I gave Martin $40 to buy a bike that Tyler had for sale. I gave Martin some more money to see hi through for a while and headed out for the Jail, where, I was able to see a client We had a good meeting. We both were in good spirits. In part talked about working out and what books we’ve been reading. I told him that I blog every day. We discussed his case and I departed. It’s 2:15pm and I have barely begun to clean my house. I fear that my new friend is just going to have to take me and the house as is tomorrow! Today had other plans!
The homeless encounter and the jail visit back to back were intense and moving. But, are they really that different than my weekly swims in the sea. A friend who ocean surfs told me that when you are out there “The Ocean owns you”. It also cleanses and heals you. It adjusts your attitude and your life trajectory. It puts things in perspective. As do a homeless encounter and a jail visit. Plus, they are all great fodder for a journal and or a blog entry!
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10 Crafts For Kiddos
Here's some various crafts for the artsy regressors and carers out there. There are varying levels of difficulty so take a peek and pick out which ones are perfect for you!
I loved all the options of what you could put inside the bottles in this second article!
Hope you all enjoy and have so much fun!!
- Jay
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June 28, 2023, 04:00AM
Four o'clock every morning is a special time for me. My family and friends have always found it too early, and I don't blame them. It is. It is so very early. Even I find it hard to pry myself out of bed sometimes, especially when I have Kaia, so beautiful and so serene, sound asleep right next to me. But she understands. Like my twin sister, Kiera, Kaia has come to understand my need to be out here at four o'clock in the morning.
Most mornings, it's just me. Me and the sun and the waves, still all too sleepy, but happy to be here.
It calms me.
It's a time I set aside for myself. A time to breathe in the clean, fresh air. A time to discard any negativity I may have been carrying from the day before. A time to collect my thoughts. A time to reflect. A time to start anew. Typically, I'd be out surfing, getting a taste of the waves to come. But today is different.
Today, I sit here on the surfboard Kiera has gifted me from our most recent birthday, just watching the sun slowly rise from beyond the horizon, the ocean gently lulling me back and forth as if it knows I needed calming.
See, today is my sister's wedding day, and honestly, I couldn't be happier. My heart feels so full knowing that Kay is finally going to marry the love of her life, and she'll live the life she's always wanted, the life that I've always wanted for her. Knowing my sister, she deserves nothing short of her dream come true.
But as I sit here, I wonder if I'd ever get to where she is. Not out of jealousy, no. But out of hope.
Back in the home I now share with my beautiful girlfriend, I'm not blind to my blessings. Kaia is as beautiful as she is kind. And God, I've never been so enthralled by such beauty in my life, nor have I ever been more at peace with another soul that is not my family's. I love her. She knows I love her. But I want to give her more. More of my time, more of my love, more of me. But can I? How can I? How do I? How do I know if I'm doing it right? Or if it's enough? How can I be sure that one day it's not all just going to come crashing down?
It's strange to think about, especially for someone who skydives almost every day for the sheer thrill of it. But it's moments like these that terrify me; it's hours before I get to watch my sister, the one person I've walked through my whole life with, go a separate way. Will I be strong enough to follow? Will I be enough?
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" We are writers, my love ; we don't cry, we bleed on paper. "
- Jay Vespertine ( A.Y. )
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i feed our local blue jays and their flock has grown so much in a year!!!!!! im working on having more trust me, as it used to just be 3 or 4 of them that came by. i just love them so much and i hope they'd like this collage 😌
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