Tyler Knott Gregson's Blog, page 30
November 13, 2020
"Shelter me from it,
the thundering of my life.
Be stillness in strife."
the thundering of my life.
Be stillness in strife.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
"Hot tea cold Winter,
a warm bath on frozen skin.
Bring your heat to me."
a warm bath on frozen skin.
Bring your heat to me.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
"Over the mountains
and across the heaving sea
we will return home."
and across the heaving sea
we will return home.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
"Stronger than the pain
and able to defeat it.
This will not break me."
and able to defeat it.
This will not break me.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
November 12, 2020
We are the rituals we create, the warmth we find in the darkest...
We are the rituals we create, the warmth we find in the darkest months. We are the tea and the steam and the spoon and the heat.
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Hot tea cold Winter,
a warm bath on frozen skin.
Bring your heat to me.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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November 11, 2020
Somehow, without a whisper of warning, Home took on new meaning....
Somehow, without a whisper of warning, Home took on new meaning. Home is Scotland to this soul now, and I cannot wait to one day say the same for the rest of me.
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Over the mountains
and across the heaving sea
we will return home.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Calendar pre-orders are going strong! If you haven’t yet, link is in the linktree in the bio! (at Sligachan Hotel)
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November 10, 2020
No matter the winds, friend, you’ll bend, not break. You ain’t...
No matter the winds, friend, you’ll bend, not break. You ain’t the breaking kind.
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Stronger than the pain
and able to defeat it.
This will not break me.
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Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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November 9, 2020
If you think you’re kissing, loving, giving, helping, holding,...
If you think you’re kissing, loving, giving, helping, holding, supporting, enjoying, celebrating, enough…you aren’t. Soak in this life.
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Did we kiss enough,
did we make near enough love?
No. Never enough.
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— Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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"Did we kiss enough,
did we make near enough love?
No. Never enough."
did we make near enough love?
No. Never enough.”
- Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
November 8, 2020
America for all its flaws, all its tragedies, all its misguided...
America for all its flaws, all its tragedies, all its misguided attempts to be the big brother of the world, is built on an ideal of hope. We are built on the idea that many can come together to be one, that diversity can, and should, thrive. Along the way we’ve gone so many wrong directions, and in truth, we were built on the back of such evil treatment of entire races of people, this cannot be argued, and it is something I hope we as a country spend an eternity trying to make reparations for. Still, there is hope, and I feel it rising once again. This post is not a political one, it’s a one of simple truth…for the last half decade there has been more division, more strife, more animosity raging in this country than ever before in my lifetime, and probably the lifetimes of anyone else living. Perhaps we can turn things around, perhaps we can remember that we are all one tree with one root and so many branches. Perhaps. We can be beautiful, we can celebrate our differences, we can work together to spread kindness and peace like a forest. Perhaps we start here, perhaps we begin, now. This is Typewriter Series #3065, and I hope you enjoy the video. Below is the typed version, and the audio poem too, if you want to see it without the moving images.
