Such a lovly whisky i get to taste tonight, one of if not the best heven hill I've had. Lovly chocolate with fruity Ness to it with a under note of a sweet bread.
Like walking into a bakery that sells all maner of baked good just absolutely drenched in chocolate and toped with some marishino cherries definitely worth the 450
Like walking into a bakery that sells all maner of baked good just absolutely drenched in chocolate and toped with some marishino cherries definitely worth the 450
The hull from last night :p 3 Rio bach 4 and one heven hill 19y 2025!!!! This one remains unopened so time to find an occasion to crack it open ;3
❤1
This stuff...... this stuff is a god sent!!!!!! It works so dam well and basically turns thick viscous greece into water! Though it's pretty harsh on the skin, but if you need something to clean anything this is the stuff
Now this is a bottle iv been waiting to get my paws on again for so long. This bottle is and was such a delight, with such richness and humility. The tast and sens i got from this was thus, if ya can imagine its mid to late spring in the north east. That dampness making to so cool but not cold or nippy, the humidity not heavy or thick but definitely noticeable. Then opening a window to a deep green grass field with trees dotted about, slight cloud cover making it feel cooler but also lively. The sun casing light apon the bottome of clouds wall the rest shines on the barn and or house. But that smell that rich thick earthy smell, of dew and must. Sofend oak bark with wet grass, the leaves weighed down with drops of water. Soil logged with water with the old dead grass and leaves with the freash and new grass. Oh it was a sensation, and one I look forward to having again :3
yester day 4/29 I got to go to the Wolf sanctuary, right out side CO springs. It was such a lovely experience to pet and feed these beautiful beasts ^w^ such soft fur and lovely personality's each one had. if you are ever in CO springs i highly recommend going here and de with such majestic beasts.
On may 8th i finally got my paws on this beautie, an FJ cruiser from 2007. Sitting in the seat and feeling the power this beast holds is a wonderful feeling. The knowledge that when I find myself in need of retreat to the mountains I'm able to, rain/snow/night/day I'll get there. The space to hull what ever is needed. The security and freedom to find a spot in the mountains away from all the bussle of the city and society, to a place I can relax and connect with the land. Hopefully soon some lovly pipes with tunes of the belts will join.
❤4
Laying in my bed here and I can't help but have this thought cross my mind.
Is all that our society built just a lie?
For i love history and time and time again I see man build and set in place the greatest of great, splendorous of grandor, and the holiest of humility. Yet each time such is build by man it's torn down.
For throughout history nature many a time has brought it down. From the plagues,famine's, climate, human nature, and munch more. All has fallen.
If we such humans are so good, then why by the grace of those above have we fallen time and time again? The bronze age collapse, black death, ww1, Rome, and such states. The grand temples iv walked through slowly falling apart, the engines of war and the world abandoned and rusting, deep in the mountains vehicles/houses/furniture all left to rot. Reclaimed but the same world it was taken from.
The greatness of man falling in the face of nature. What then is the point of us? Our laws? Our faith's? Our soul? Our thoughts? Our love? Our writing? Our society? Are our laws just a construct of man imposing it's will apon a system that doesn't care? As an example,law states that one can't dredge here in Colorado with mining claims and permits, yet nature her self doesn't stop one from dredging at all.
Man brings forth rockets to reach to the stars. Landing on plants unknown to us, sampling and exploring there worlds in a curiosity that brought us this far. Our society working together to achieve impossible tasks in the face in the universes obstacles.
What then is it, a lie, fantasy, Or perhaps just nature it's self playing out in a way i can't understand right now. I don't know and it's been burdening my mind as of late.
Is all that our society built just a lie?
For i love history and time and time again I see man build and set in place the greatest of great, splendorous of grandor, and the holiest of humility. Yet each time such is build by man it's torn down.
For throughout history nature many a time has brought it down. From the plagues,famine's, climate, human nature, and munch more. All has fallen.
If we such humans are so good, then why by the grace of those above have we fallen time and time again? The bronze age collapse, black death, ww1, Rome, and such states. The grand temples iv walked through slowly falling apart, the engines of war and the world abandoned and rusting, deep in the mountains vehicles/houses/furniture all left to rot. Reclaimed but the same world it was taken from.
The greatness of man falling in the face of nature. What then is the point of us? Our laws? Our faith's? Our soul? Our thoughts? Our love? Our writing? Our society? Are our laws just a construct of man imposing it's will apon a system that doesn't care? As an example,law states that one can't dredge here in Colorado with mining claims and permits, yet nature her self doesn't stop one from dredging at all.
Man brings forth rockets to reach to the stars. Landing on plants unknown to us, sampling and exploring there worlds in a curiosity that brought us this far. Our society working together to achieve impossible tasks in the face in the universes obstacles.
What then is it, a lie, fantasy, Or perhaps just nature it's self playing out in a way i can't understand right now. I don't know and it's been burdening my mind as of late.
❤1
A few weeks ago I had one of my good friends invite me to go up to his cabin for a week of relaxation and disconnect from society.
I have to say the fire place with cheese, banana bread, and whisky was my favorite. Helped unwind and clear my thoughts, hopefully one day I'll be able to do it again.
I have to say the fire place with cheese, banana bread, and whisky was my favorite. Helped unwind and clear my thoughts, hopefully one day I'll be able to do it again.
Tonight I find myself self in a feeling, a presence around me. I have slowly learning about the celtic religion and it's tails. As iv grown in these 2-3 years iv now found a presence. One of the main reasons for my coywolf sona, a connection from me to my heritage, to the land that has been my cradle, the blood that runns in my veins.
To this i should say it started with just a bottle of whisky or as now I should say uisce beatha, meaning water of life. witch in this has given me insight not only to my past but the world around me.
For the bottle that has given me this gift was dewars 32y. It alone was the first and serious catalyst in bringing me to where I am now, the world I tasted was one I long for, a look into where my spirit lies.
Here tonight sipping on 291 all rye, I tast the rock in witch these mountains rest apon. The ritch dirt blanketing the earth and the tall,mighty, majestic pins. The cradle that has been my home for my life.
The presence I feel is the one of the spirit I have come to grow close to, I feel him now as though I could reach out and pet. The one in witch I set a glen down and they come to sniff and sip with me. The curiosity to try new, the fire to know and understand, humidity for the simple,the hart willing to give when broken and shaterd, But also the drive to fight when all else has fallen.
I have made now 4 ref sheets for my coywolf, and tonight the final 5th one will be made. The one in light of my spirit, of myself, of this land that has seen me grow, the heritage I have come from.
One reoccurring image that hase come to me is of myself, not as a human, not as a spirit. But as a coywolf on a simple wooden boat coming back to Ireland, stopping just off shore then jumping into her waters. Slowly coming ashore to her, the sand between my paws. Water soaking my fur, the breath of her washing over me. Till finally the grass finds my paws, air ritch with her sent of stone/wood/grass/must/and above her life. Where apon i collapse into her open arms, tears of feeling her gently embrace as she welcomes me home to where my sole and sprite had come from.
In this my coywolf has had there form sculpted. A pattern drived from my cradle that has raised and cared for me with details from Ireland witch breathed into me the gift of spirit.
My apologies if some of this dose not make sense, I'm still finding more about the pieces that have formed and shaped me to this place. God speed and pleas give a glen to the spirits of your land and heritage
To this i should say it started with just a bottle of whisky or as now I should say uisce beatha, meaning water of life. witch in this has given me insight not only to my past but the world around me.
For the bottle that has given me this gift was dewars 32y. It alone was the first and serious catalyst in bringing me to where I am now, the world I tasted was one I long for, a look into where my spirit lies.
Here tonight sipping on 291 all rye, I tast the rock in witch these mountains rest apon. The ritch dirt blanketing the earth and the tall,mighty, majestic pins. The cradle that has been my home for my life.
The presence I feel is the one of the spirit I have come to grow close to, I feel him now as though I could reach out and pet. The one in witch I set a glen down and they come to sniff and sip with me. The curiosity to try new, the fire to know and understand, humidity for the simple,the hart willing to give when broken and shaterd, But also the drive to fight when all else has fallen.
I have made now 4 ref sheets for my coywolf, and tonight the final 5th one will be made. The one in light of my spirit, of myself, of this land that has seen me grow, the heritage I have come from.
One reoccurring image that hase come to me is of myself, not as a human, not as a spirit. But as a coywolf on a simple wooden boat coming back to Ireland, stopping just off shore then jumping into her waters. Slowly coming ashore to her, the sand between my paws. Water soaking my fur, the breath of her washing over me. Till finally the grass finds my paws, air ritch with her sent of stone/wood/grass/must/and above her life. Where apon i collapse into her open arms, tears of feeling her gently embrace as she welcomes me home to where my sole and sprite had come from.
In this my coywolf has had there form sculpted. A pattern drived from my cradle that has raised and cared for me with details from Ireland witch breathed into me the gift of spirit.
My apologies if some of this dose not make sense, I'm still finding more about the pieces that have formed and shaped me to this place. God speed and pleas give a glen to the spirits of your land and heritage
A smool update for tonight, I have moved. Now out and about, closer to the great mountains. The city to the east but gorgeous mountains to the west. Further away form the hustle of city and closer to the calm mountains.
Such a delight
Here soon I wish to head up into then again, find a lovly little spot and pour a glass.
Such a delight
Here soon I wish to head up into then again, find a lovly little spot and pour a glass.