Midway this way of life we’re bound upon,
I woke to find myself in a dark wood,
Where the right road was wholly lost and gone.
Dante found himself lost and Virgil appeared.
Oh where is my Virgil!
The in-laws left on Tuesday. The house is quiet now, well quieter (my daughter still has moments of blasting her music to club levels). I like it when family is around, there’s a nice buzz about the place that is comforting.
Yesterday, I dusted myself off and got back to the gym and to work.
I haven’t made a vlog in a while so here you go:
I also met up with Eleanor Brown to do a podcast. She’s currently running a crowdfunding campaign to finance here next album. I first met Eleanor about a year ago. She had just finished living in a caravan for 3 months wrote and produced an album based on her experiences during that time.
I was the emcee for her co-launch with my novelist friend, Sarah Beth Hunt.
I like Eleanor’s music and soul, so agreed to do a podcast with her to help support her crowdfunding campaign. Have a listen:
It’s been a beautiful couple of days of cold frosty mornings.
I like Eleanor as an artist and as a soulful person. She’s at the beginning of journey. I’m excited for her.
Back in the gym after about a week off. I thought I was going to be sucking, but actually the week off did me some good. While not quite at my peek strength, I felt good.
Anyway, peeps, I’m trying to cram a lot of stuff into this evening, blogging being just one of those activities and the hour is growing late, so I best be on my way.