Soulflakes of blue

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O(f)-blue, or a wee bit about me if you please.

How does one summarize everything about themselves in a couple of pages? Well that is a challenge that I am still working on, especially since I am discovering as the days go past, that there is much I do not know about myself. Sure this knowledge was frightfully frightening at first, but would it not be a shame if we could summarize everything that we are in a few lines. Seriously! Even autobiographies do not begin to explore the depths of our tips.

But that is a philosophical argument best saved for another day, when the hour is a bit more descent. For now, other than being a soul with infinite possibilities, on a more human level, I like to consider myself an artist. Ink may not run through my veins, but words are more than echoes of my soul. And from time to time, I may have a pencil attached to the tip of my limbs.

However as of right now, I am just a person attempting to find out what lies underneath the surface. Attempting to make sense of life, and relish each moment of this attempt.

If a little background history interests you, I was born in Nairobi. But for most part,  I was raised and grew up in Kanyamwa; a remote little village found in Western Kenya’s Nyanza province, where my grandparents raised me on a lot of love and a fair share of honey.  At four,  as is commonly customary, I was shipped back to the very heart of Kenya’s cosmopolitan city Nairobi, where I grew, schooled, and the rest is well… history.

While trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life, I landed on the other side of the world, Montréal, Canada, otherwise fondly referred to as the great white and very frozen north. I studied some more here, and sort of carved out a life path. Key word here is sort of! This is a project in continuous motion.

This life path consists mostly of numerous hours in front of the computer. Mostly doing graphics, but other stuff as well. I go by the title of Multimedia Artist. Or in other words, I spend lots of hours goofing around my computer, and I get paid to do it. There are no complains however, because I happen to enjoy it tremendously. For now.

When I do peel myself from in-front of the screen, I hang out with friends, read, cook, … the usual. Once every decade or so, I’ll paint, and every five years or so, I will draw. Another pass time activity is writing. Lots of cheesy poetry, which you might sadly be subjected to, and just lots of random rumbles of what is going on in my head. It’s all an attempt to try and figure this thing called life.

Spirituality plays an important role in my life. I was raised very religiously, and though I did not like it much, it has contributed to a great part of who I am. And in it’s own strange way, it is helping me along my spiritual path. Which like most of my life is not yet sorted or figured out. All about the process and enjoying the journey.

The reason I chose the title flakesO(f)Blue as the title of this blog is because everything else that I came up with did not quite have the right ring to it.  Blue has been a favourite colour, on and off, for a majority of my life. Though currently I am more inclined towards the yellows, oranges and reds. Seriously though, if my soul had a color, blue would be the color that best represented it. It would occasionally be a vanish deep into the sky blue, at other times, an I cannot see because it’s too dark in here mid-night blue, sometimes a feather blue, at others a bright aqua-marine look deep into the sea blue.  Occasionally bright and cheery, at others dark and brooding and definitely eclectic a lot of the times.   In other words  all the shades in-between all faces of blue that  you could or couldn’t  imagine.

And since this is me attempting to bear part of my soul to the world, hence the flakes. It represents fragments of my soul that I wish to share with the world. I much rather prefer flakes, as opposed to fragments. Flakes represents separate stand alone whole pieces of the whole, as opposed to fragments that represent broken off pieces of the whole. As always I swear this made so much more sense in my head. This is a bit about who I am and why I am writing.

So for now, hope you join me on this journey.
Peace
bluegasps
(bluegasps stems from a backward ackronymn of all my names;  GASP, and blue… well… the story has been told)
However, gasp also stands for breathtaking,  which is part of the essence of being. The gasp that holds the breathe of life, that keeps the soul.