The blind spot

Those blind spots of our power are known to echo loudly, often when we least expect it.

Case in point… I conceived the idea for my first book during one of the lowest points of my life. It was in the aftermath of my Father’s passing, the man who ran marathons, instilled a love of Star Trek, Star Wars, National Geographic, NOVA, the fealty of family and a mandate to:

“Keep your nose in these books son, they will save your life.”

When he left this place, I was angry because I hadn’t comprehended a world without him in it – I foolishly assumed that time was a luxury to be had.

His death shook me to the core and I was resigned to join him by way of a broken heart.

Until I wasn’t.

A couple days after his transition, I took a walk along the Gunpowder River when grief struck and I dropped down to one knee, overcome by the torrential streams of tears that seemed to rival the river that was flowing just yards away from me.



Whether it was anxiety or heart palpitations… it was short lived.

As I cried while my heart beat through my jacket, I recalled a conversation that I had with my Father weeks before and I rose to my feet, feeling his presence and a voice… or an inclination, telling me to get up… and run.

I complied and I began running down the trail and when I stopped.

I was at the water’s edge… I closed my eyes I recalled that mandate from my Father that served as a call to action.

“These books… these words will save your life son.”

My Father would often marvel at my nature photography even telling me once… “you need to just sit out there and write a book, don’t use your hands for the wrong thing son.”

It was at this point that the tears stopped and I spoke his words into existence…

As I stood on the Water’s Edge, I declared that I would dedicate a book in his memory, because words live forever.

Through my Father, I learned the business of my humanity and in turn I inspired others by converting pain into prose, when I didn’t even know it.

Beauty can come from the dark places, I am proof positive.

That… should be the business of our humanity.

Looking for new additions to your reading list, if I might oblige?

Grab a copy via Amazon or a signed copy directly shipped from yours truly.

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7 Comments

  1. katelon says:

    Wow Shun, two books! I’ve bookmarked the page for when I have funds. Congratulations on writing two books. Did you self publish or find a publisher?

    I’m sorry for the loss of your Dad and the resulting grief. Sounds like you had a great and supportive relationship with him. My Mom had I had a challenging relationship as she was often critical of my choices, so I was blindsided by the immense grief I experienced when she died in 99. That was the end of my family. I know that you have supportive family around you and that helps. Sending on a hug!

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    1. Katelon, I thank you my friend, yes I’ve tried to keep myself busy during the confines of the pandemic. To say that I miss my Pops would be a grave undertstatement, but it was one of those reminders that this place (Earth) is not our home. I recieve that hug… and let’s keep paying it forward!

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    2. P.S… My third book will be a cookbook.

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  2. katelon says:

    I’ve never felt at home on this planet as I’m not comfortable on this dark timeline. That’s why I’ve been dedicated to this work I’ve been doing since the beginning. My intention, once the light timeline is restored on this planet is to finally enjoy this planet fully as it was originally designed to be. My soul has great plans for this place 🙂

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    1. Those words echo… we have work to do!

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  3. katelon says:

    I’ve been working 24/7 for almost 7 1/2 years now….and that’s just counting this lifetime. 🙂 I’ve been a healer, teacher, activist my entire life but my present work started Oct. 14, 2014.

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