Cherubell

Who was I to question reality?

As the light fractured into its familiar colors, I questioned again.

I balanced my treaded foot on a granite surround, these words etched deep:

‘It’s not the size of the person in the fight, but the size of the fight in the person.’

This balancing act in a garden within a sanctuary became my new reality. A crossroads, a junction, a tightrope walk between the firm, enduring granite and the sodden grass of the everyday.

A sense of poetic inevitability washed over me as the words of my life – past and future – enveloped me with the comfort of bedrock and splintered light. How fitting that these words formed in prose, a passion from my youth now reignited, burning too bright to ignore. Were they my words, or those of a power greater than myself? The mystery lingers.

Is life a simple journey? Not in my experience.

This is my journey, told in prose.

GJ II Ashwood was born in a wee town (city) called Belfast, N. Ireland, in the spring of 1981. Humble & working class beginnings, a childhood with guidance and plenty of craic with his parents, siblings and extended family, much in the northern irish mindset. The ii in the authors pen name, is a subtle reference to the two try’s until successfully accomplishing a goal! Academically proficient but born with a ‘want in him’, perhaps on a spectrum before such spectrums were considered. Eventually stuck at the trade route via apprenticeship and acquired a status as an electrical technician, although the want still exists. The sponge still remains porous to wonders around. While never being a great social communicator, he has always been a deep thinker, an introvert to the extreme. Gordon II Ashwood has always had an interest in spirituality, rhyme n’ reason and now has put down on paper his tumultuous, ever-questioning nature.