JASON HASKINS

Six months. Time moves in the blink of an eye when you are truly in it. Days are short and the memories, long. Or is that the memories are short and days, long. To be clear, even as I move slower with focused intentions on a daily basis, time moves on, calibrations be damned! Scars of life to not define. They slice open. They fortify and revitalize, left as reminders not to dwell upon, but to grow from. To hope. To believe. What does it all mean, dear reader? Well, it means a

Once, in the hallowed grounds of this website, I wrote and published a monthly newsletter apprising loyal readers what I had been up to. Mostly, this revolved around what I'd been writing and working on, plus what I'd been watching, reading, and listening to. So, basically, the art created, the art consumed. Over time, updates disappeared. Life went on. Consider this post a rare return to a previous iteration of past life, here in the present, with an update in the world of J