“Those who struggle write the songs.” Though I don’t know all your stories, brother, I know you have struggled deeply and continue to wrestle. Your writing is that little fire us readers sit beside and warm ourselves by the hope and comfort inside. A fire stoked by the kindling of hard times and deep questions. Appreciate you and your heart, my friend.
Poetic musings again. No wonder you’re a songwriter. I spend 17 years in the high Arctic and can attest that life was quieter decades ago; hopefully still less busy than cities down south. Peace to you, Leeroy as your writing gives to your readers/listeners
There’s a song in there my young friend,…..🎶👍😊👍🎶
Love those lines "Trying to leave the wriggling worm of click bait ..." & "I've grown tired of this stream"
“Those who struggle write the songs.” Though I don’t know all your stories, brother, I know you have struggled deeply and continue to wrestle. Your writing is that little fire us readers sit beside and warm ourselves by the hope and comfort inside. A fire stoked by the kindling of hard times and deep questions. Appreciate you and your heart, my friend.
Poetic musings again. No wonder you’re a songwriter. I spend 17 years in the high Arctic and can attest that life was quieter decades ago; hopefully still less busy than cities down south. Peace to you, Leeroy as your writing gives to your readers/listeners
Thank you my friend.