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In the room, someplace else...
“My Dear” coming soon... by @petep123

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Our next release, ‘My Dear’
Coming soon… by @petep123

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5 months ago

Music for the ones that are longing…

'Sands of Time’ out now. by @petep123

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6 months ago

That gum you like is going to come back in style. by @petep123

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I wrote something the other day that was difficult for me to put into words. It’s about my mum.

I feel lighter for it.

Find it on my substack. “Her Child, Across The Channel”
Link in bio. by @petep123

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I will not always be the version of myself you fell for.
Some mornings I will arrive half empty.
Carrying something I can’t yet name.
This I can promise.

I will misread you.
I’ll fill the silence with the wrong assumption.
I will be certain I am right
I’ll miss the truth entirely.
Forgive me… I will come back.

I want you unfinished. Raw.
Not the smooth polished version
that might be easier to hold.
The real one. Edges and all.
The one I made promises to.

There will be nights
that reduce the whole world to something bearable.
The dog across our laps. The wine almost gone.
You, mid-sentence, already three thoughts ahead.
I won’t always catch the beginning.
I will always understand, eventually.

I will not ask you to be settled,
when you are made for motion.
I won’t ask you to be quiet,
when the thing in you needs to speak.
I will be difficult.
I will be worth it.

This is not the life I planned.
It’s considerably better.
Each morning I choose this.
Each morning I choose you.
Again and again.

These, my vows,
my life’s work. by @petep123

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There was a version of life I was supposed to want.
In a world that offers up all that glitters.
Society trains a scarcity mindset.
Social media peddles and praises dissonance, division… Atomisation.
The general overemphasis of power, status, rewards.
I took the hook, along with the empty pat on the back after the short-lived success of something my heart wasn’t really in.

Over the years, I’ve found I’m not as interested anymore. I looked in all sorts of places, for answers, for meaning.
Purpose comes with substance, something to bind to. Consistency to keep building upon, to keep returning to. I found what was worth building.

All that noise, drop by drop, slowly replaced by the simple…
the sacred… an extraordinary shining star of a woman,
a work in progress of a home, and a very peculiar dog.

The cord didn’t cut completely clean…
now and then, normally through my lack of attention, the old paradigm rears its head. I’m human…
Fears take over… insecurities, unfounded.
The worry of not being enough to shelter what we’ve built… But it’s quicker to shake each time, and that voice gets quieter and quieter.
The small fortress of an ordinary life reappears out of the clouds, and in that, is the truest act of rebellion. That is where the real love is.

Yes, it’s nice to get recognition for what one pours their heart and soul into… or for the work you exchange your time for. But that sense of purpose and self-worth is rooted in a much deeper “why”.

When I stop measuring everything… by @petep123

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The maker of light.

…Forget the butcher and the baker. by @petep123

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“To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour”

“If a thing loves, it is infinite.”

Both, William Blake quotes.
I couldn’t decide.… have two favourites.
Favourites often come in twos. by @petep123

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A red silk thread, wrapped around our heart.
No matter how far adrift
In ceaseless oceans…
Pull me to your shore.

The intro to our song 'Oxytocin'. by @petep123

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6 months ago

The egg. The cross. The seed.
The first Sunday after the first full moon after the spring equinox.
Eostre; goddess of dawn, of spring, of seed.
Her symbols the hare and the egg.
Potential, coiled inside itself. Waiting.

Beneath the resurrection of Christ and the return of Eostre… a story we have told since the first winter that felt like it might never end:
The sun weakened, and returned.
The earth turned cold, then remembered warmth.
The seed fell into darkness, but split into green.
The dark does not have the final word.

Osiris torn apart and reassembled.
Persephone descended and rose.
Dionysus died and was reborn.
Written into the tilt of the Earth itself.

So when you stand in April light,
watching things bloom that were bare,
you are witness to the same event
that moved people to build temples,
compose hymns, and feel,
without being able to explain it,
that something has been returned to them. by @petep123

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The intro to our song “Figure It Out”.

In a world that can feel like it’s unravelling at times; this song is about being each other’s shelter.
It means a great deal to both of us. by @petep123

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