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.

The Divine Comedy: Cantica I Hell, Cantos 1, 1-3

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.

“Strength has a greater purpose.” | #strengthtraining

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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:

Captured Moments

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It’s been a beautiful couple of days of cold frosty mornings.

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I like Eleanor as an artist and as a soulful person. She’s at the beginning of journey. I’m excited for her.

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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.

Peace.

 

Before there was Nike, there was Dante:

‘Now you must needs,’ my teacher said, ‘shake off
your wonted indolence.  No fame is won
beneath the quilt or sunk in feather cushions.’

‘Whoever, fameless, wastes his life away,
leaves of himself no greater mark on earth
than smoke in air or froth upon a wave.’

‘I offer you,’ he said to me, ‘no answer
save “just do it”.  Noble demands, by right,
deserve the consequence of silent deeds.’

-Dante, Inferno, Cantos 24