Home Sweet Home

Home Sweet Home

Family is a weighted glue that seems to hold it all together. It also seems so very heavy and sticky and in other words… cumbersome. I guess that's why the thought of leaving can be fantasized. Family reminds me of singing. It is very difficult and I do not seem to get much better at it but I can not ignore it. What I am meaning to say is that family is so beautiful because it is so difficult.

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GPS Signal Lost - Allenhall.ca

GPS Signal Lost - Allenhall.ca

I get ready to depart La Malatre holding back tears as we eat our last breakfast together. The emotional wounds endured by this family are opened again. This is a repeated outcome at La Malantre. While we eat breakfast I witness the tears and sadness well up in Evelyn as almost ready to burst. A dam is filling inside her, as it fills in us all - waiting for the inevitable moment when I say goodbye, our dam breaks, and, we all cry.

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On Following The Heart - allenhall.ca

On Following The Heart - allenhall.ca

I intend to cycle from France to Thailand. After that perhaps I will cross Canada. Those are the big goals.

It is, evidently, the heart and mind that seem to speak most loudly. It is perhaps in these two organs that all other decision processes flow through for consideration before being made aware to me, the observer.

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Negative Feedback Loops - allenhall.ca

Negative Feedback Loops - allenhall.ca

Our brains are artificial intelligence in that they are designed to learn without our knowledge of their learning. Through experience our brains observe life and our interactions with it. Our brains take note, they recognize patterns, they store this information to influence our behavior. This is part of a safety mechanism although this ‘Artificial Intelligence’ serves many purposes.

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The Universal Language of Love In the Mountains of Morocco

The Universal Language of Love In the Mountains of Morocco

"To be completely satisfied, to not need appreciation for art but to feel it so completely and natural like the vein of life itself.  Allow it to wash over you like the first life understood by the newly born person."

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Ascending Mountains in Morocco

Ascending Mountains in Morocco

The scenery eases the stress of this ride as all around me in every direction are large mountains cutting across the horizon.  The Sky is pure blue and the red clay earth is dotted and detailed with small green trees that I do not recognize and some that are told to me by Reda are fig trees rising high and looking like palms.

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A Moroccan Welcome in Africa

A Moroccan Welcome in Africa

Blood sprays a vibrant red sheet painting the concrete. I stand in the unfinished beach house in Morocco which belongs to the father my close friend Reda. Reda braces the lamb as father and son perform the traditional sacrifice.  The knife is sharp and supplies a clean cut cross the lambs main throat arteries. Reda had sent me a video of the living lamb earlier warning me that I was to see its sacrifice as my first introduction to his homeland. I had just happened to land on this eventful day.

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Naked in the Rain - Part 1 - Swamps of Georgia

Naked in the Rain - Part 1 - Swamps of Georgia

My room is reserved on the second floor and outside there are two parked state trooper vehicles. Immediately I feel like I am breaking the law. I have plans on poking holes in a pop can later to smoke what’s left of the grass I bought back in New Orleans.  I carry my things upstairs, including my the bass guitar, hoping no one sees me.

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