During my trip to ohio me and my grandma were going through old photos when we came across this brilliantly wonderful piece. It is of my great grandpa and great grandpa with the family. One day I wish to fram it in a simple yet elegant frame somewhere lovly

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.

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

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.

Thought id write in hear tonight, today's been a smoth one but a little interesting. And also kinda like a journal entry.

This morning, walking out to my fj i look apon the sky and see a bright and colorful read dancing in the sky on the clouds. My mind went back to a saying iv hear, wall I don't remember where I heard it I do remember its a Scottish saying. It is "red sky at night shepherds delight, red sky in the morning shepherds warning".

I did not see a full red sky but a red dancing in the clouds, to this I stayed low today and went about my work with calm and fort. Witch was a good thing now at the end of the day. Looking back apon the shift it was rocky but over all a good shift, but now relaxing in bed a pour of whisky and the tails of old from a bey gone area.

One idea had crossed my mind to, what is the great bond holding for me? I've thought about my future, family,friends, and myself but what is the future holding. Is it moving on into Bartending? Joining up with the marines? Will i finally be with the one who i love, will I stay with my current job and continue to climb the ladder, or heck become a nomad and journey across the states? What dose it hold, and what will i see along this journey.

Other news my coywolf sona has finally been completed, now time to have an artist bring him to colorful and brilliant delight. Will I go more imposing and realistic or perhaps soft and calm, one im favoring tonight would be a more realistic but soft in its tones. Just have to surch and find who I will com and hopefully finally have a professional ref for my boio.

Almost done with a painting to ^w^ the art is not mine at all and will absolutely not take credit, but I find painting to be a fun and relaxing activity. Id say kinda like a color in thing but with paint instead. Ill post up a pic when its finally done ^w^

Went up to Estes Co for my bday and found myself at the Stanley hotel with a lovly cigar Uwu

Been here only a hand full of times befor but its such a delight coming up to this town. Settled in a valley in the mid north of Colorado, freash and crisp air mixed with the moss green granite mountains. Such a wonderful sight.

Had some goooooood Weller with the cigar. The whisky dancing apon my pallet then the cigar comming in and dancing it in new steps. Very rarely do i get to enjoy it but is so delightful every time. Hopefully next time I can do it with some scotch, maybe 32 year or 40 year scotch :p

They finally came ^w^ 3 bottles of dewars 32y scotch whisky. Now got to find the right time to open one of them ^w^

After a long wile my painting is done ^w^ art is not mine just saw it and decided to paint it.

This was a nice and relaxing piece to do. Soon I will be starting a new piece, a smaller piece but one ill happily do ^w&

Im on a trip to polend and Ukraine. Running humanitarian add to the people of Краматорськ, who are right next to the front line. With that this morning my father got this for me, listen to the background and hear the heavy gun fire. For me the thill of Peril is great, the hearing of mortal danger gives me a rush. If only I could hear the guns peal and sing more.

He has come, my coywolf ^w^

It has been a long journey getting to this point, took about a year to get the design. But in my opinion totally worth it for this sona witch is close to me.

As for the feeling of this sona to me i have found that he is more of the external me and Junburoo the internal me. That is to say that he's more of my outside day to day me, wall Junburoo is definitely more my mind and with someone one on one.

I haven't a name yet though, I haven't found one that fits yet. I await for the right one to come to me, wether it's soon or later I don't know. But want one that fits to him and me.

Laying here in bed I feel right to put some more thoughts down

I recently stumbled apon Faoladh, from what I understand they were werewolves/shape shifters. Ones who were there in the shadows, always present, always willing to lend a paw those in need.

With that i feel this was the piece missing in my study of the celts. as there not much information about them. both by there tradition of not keeping written records, and they were concerned by rome in her never ending quest for blood and conquest. But in two place the celts held firm, the high lands of Alba (Scotland) and the fortress of Éirn (Ireland). Witch held the last of the stories/traditions/ culture. Last parts of a people who believed in freedom in the spirits in the land.

With this piece finally revealing itself to me i feel the final piece has set itself into me. Witch piece i am unsure of but this assured, the piece that has locked my coywolf sona with me. A connection between myself and him, a connection to both myself and ancestry, a connection to the land that has been my cradle. Wall the lands of the celts my be far away in the old world, there gods/spirits/people scattered to the passage of time and wind a piece of it is alight out here in Colorado.

A coywolf, a being of the wolf and coyote. A man born in deserts hills with the blood of celts. A wolf of Éirn wixed with the coyote of these lands. This is how I fell that I was attracted to the coywolf, a mix. Two separate worlds in one, two separate ideas, two separate species, two separate sorties, two separate entities. Yet coming together in one.

The Faoladh. One form human and one wolf. Myself a man but this coywolf being me.

With that said I think this was coming for a long time. I had two omens of this, one in Ukraine and one here in Colorado. In Ukraine wall in the outskirts of Краматорськ I was walking around in some bush next to a factory when a wild pack of dogs came by, one of whom came up to me and we stared into eachother for a minute before they moved on. The second at the edge rain coming back home, along the road with the mountains ahead the counds in the sky as the rain now misting wall the air fills with moisture, mixing the rock earth and trees in a sweet sent. The sun just 2 hours form setting i saw in the clouds two beasts, one holding the other, looking to a smaller on nestled in what I can only describ in arms. The bigger beasts eyes a light in warm glow as the smaller one seemed to be resting if not in slow awakening.

I think this is a new journey, one in witch I hope for the best and look forward to walk down its winding path.

Thank you for reading, and best wishes to all

I think i have got a name for my boi. I currently have found 3 and feel that they all are special but do not know witch to go with. With that the first is nutra.

For nutra I came across it wall making the final ref sheet, sipping 219 with the pipes playing. I'd say it more so cam to me wall i was making it and it felt close and felt welcoming. Simple, short, elegant but it didn't feel fully right.

The second was kiska. This one was a bit more of a out of the blue one. Wall driving in the mountains to my own little retreat, for the life of me I couldn't remember the name but from a very quick glance wall passing I thought saw the name kiska. I can't remember where exactly nor what the place was but I just remember from a very quick glance, seeing that and felt that it was a good name to. Sharp yet gentle, punch with grace, balanced yet didn't feel fully right

The last is casca. For casca I was listening to the conquest and story of Caesar, as to learn of how the celts were concerned. From what I understand and have read, casca was one of the conspirators who took part in the assassination of Caesar. He was the first to strike, the first to tussle and draw blood. Why i would even consider this name is that on the journey is that I have found that I am drawn to the celts and there beliefs, and for the man who struck first apon the man who killed and conquered the celts. It seemed fitting. For My Coywolf, one born into these lands yet holds the hart of Érin. And hold the name of the man who made the first strike apon the man who only sought conquest over the celts.

Its going to be a wile till one is pickd, and still a new one may come to. But I think these 3 are going to be the ones that would fit.