How to succeed at failing

About

After a lifetime of writing Prose, Poetry and Music to facilitate healing, I thought others might gain some solace through reading my thoughts. The entries here may form into a book one day as promised to a dedicated bunch of Friday evening travellers {a.k.a known as Friday night drinks!} These are accompanied by random writings that help me to explore and work with the inner workings of the spiritual self as I understand it.

Thoughts and Fragments
A worn hardcover journal with a deep indigo cloth cover, its spine slightly frayed, lies open on an old wooden desk scarred with faint scratches and ink stains. A single dried ginkgo leaf is pressed between pages filled with dense, looping handwriting and a few crossed-out lines. Late afternoon light filters through an unseen window, casting long, soft shadows and illuminating dust motes suspended in the air. The composition is shot at an eye-level angle with a shallow depth of field, the foreground text in sharp focus and the background softly blurred. The mood is contemplative and bittersweet, in a quiet, photographic realism style that feels intimate, sophisticated, and gently nostalgic.