I live in Ireland but I'm from London originally. I make it back there from time to time. Looking for like minded people to share thoughts/feelings/experiences, dreams and MUSIC with....
I currently run a health food company here, but looking to change career very soon.
I play guitar and write music in a progressive/tech/djent meta;l band, and I also write some neo-folk-esque mellow acoustic guitar.
My passions and tastes are broad and open minded. So I do appreciate both the dark and light sides of life. Sometimes I listed to reggae and psy trance and jazz, and sometimes I listen to dark and contemplative music. Its all there to experience.
I enjoy, twilight walks, forest wanderings, and luna contemplation. Philosophy, poetry and 'sprit' (spirituality I guess, but that word has been overused and pretty much trashed these days). I grow my own veg on a good piece of land outside my house. Dream of being self sustainable hermit type being. Or being in a community - but that seems pretty unlikely I guess. Besides I like my own company way too much (maybe a 'bad' habit - who knows)
Some musings from Blake....
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body, revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides close.
