I have returned for a short time to catch up with friends. I may not be here long due to internet access troubles but I will try to get on once a month or more. No comments please as any will only last a few days and I shall not be joining groups, just here to visit.
Please pay attention to my profile wording. I am here for friendship and networking, romance has no place as I travel the world from Ireland to America, Antarctica and now Iraq and it is unfair to ask someone to be with me when I am never anywhere to be with. I do not seek dating for the same reason. I have been fortunate to know not only the love of my life, but loves of many lives and even, the love of all my lives and yet I remain single and apart in order to accomplish that which I feel is required at this stage of this life.
I change regularly and have felt the wish for my Aristophanes half of late, It shall pass but, until such does indeed pass, or I myself pass, I shall be somewhat distracted.
I have been called many things over my years: Old, ancient, Lucky, Brendan and more. I have let go of all things and hold all dear to me still. I am a man of conflict and a walking oxymoron. I am a crack shot antigun pacifist who works in Iraq. I am a man who lives for work as my work allows my living. I care nothing about anything yet all concerns me. I find peace in strife and stress and I know enough to understand how little I understand.
My friends already know me and those who do not, I look forward to knowing. I would rather lose a friend through honesty than hold a false relationship and I will ceratinly annoy all at some time with my words and thoughts but they are part of me and I am a complete package or, as complete as an ancient spirit can be in these days.
I am a man with a black hole for a centre but the light shone upon me by my friends has controlled and sated its destructive appetitites and hungers.
Loreena McKennitt - Dickens' Dublin (the palace)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISyaLkoCNOw
This is mostly for my people simply because unless you have gropwn up around accents like this child has, you likely might not understand how it tears and destroys, heals and builds a Dubliner to hear a true voice from home once more. I have had to dilute my own accent so much these years that I hardly dare call myself a Dub any more
Loreena McKennitt - Dickens' Dublin (the palace)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ISyaLkoCNOw
This is mostly for my people simply because unless you have gropwn up around accents like this child has, you likely might not understand how it tears and destroys, heals and builds a Dubliner to hear a true voice from home once more. I have had to dilute my own accent so much these years that I hardly dare call myself a Dub any more