I hear you griping, asking, “Are you getting soft on us, Drew?” Perhaps some of you may be thinking to yourself, “When did this guy get all metaphysical?” If so, then that means you didn’t listen to me when I told you to go read my new novel, The WheelHouse. I’m only kidding, of course. Lighten up, geesh!
Before you jump to conclusions I want to tell you that this blog is not going to simply be a meaningless attempt at trying to show off my skills behind the camera as a photographer. Instead I’m going to attempt to bring you, the reader to “the edge of Heaven.” To achieve this I’m going to tell you a story, a true story as a matter of fact that occurred on February 18th, 2017.
The day started off like any other day…well, maybe not. I’m exaggerating, perhaps? Let me start over…I woke up to a beautiful sunny morning. The weather was brisk but not cold. The sun had just begun to push its way out from behind the grey clouds, and the fresh smell of coffee began to slowly consume the stale, muggy air which hung over me like a bad odor.
For weeks I was planning to take my first trip to Runyon Canyon which I intended to now finally do. Strangely, I found myself in a state of joy; a feeling that for too long I had forgotten; a feeling that seemed all but impossible to achieve.
Ever since I arrived in California I was intrigued by the idea of taking a day trip there (to Runyon Canyon) because I had heard that I could hike to the Hollywood sign at the top of the mountain. However, what I didn’t know was that hiking to the Hollywood sign was a grueling trek and most people turned back at the halfway point due to the thinning air and strain that the incline of the steppes had on people’s leg muscles. However, I was competent that I would reach summit, as the saying goes.
Okay, let me get right to the point. I didn’t expect for anything extraordinary to occur that day; all I was looking for was peace if mind and nothing more. Yet, not long after beginning my hike something would occur that can only be described as “magical.”
As many people may already know my new novel, The WheelHouse is the true story about my two beloved dogs, Sasha and Gabbie, and the trials and tribulations we endured as a “pack.” Ever since I lost them I have been riddled with guilt, crippled by grief, and, of course, heartbroken beyond repair. I have been unable, unwilling, and, even, incapable of becoming emotionally attached (or involved rather) with anyone who shows the slightest interest in me on a romantic level.
My beloved, Sasha (a pure bred Boxer) who is not a dog but rather my daughter, and as some people have remarked, “my partner in crime” passed away March of 2015. Nearly one year to the day in March of 2016, my second daughter, Gabbie (a pure bred Golden Retriever) passed away.
The emotional toll was too much to bear and therefor I retreated from society; ignored the world around me altogether and, even, ostracized my fiends and family. I had changed from one person into a another nearly overnight and blamed the world for my plight. Though, not long after these tragic events took place something happened that set me on a path that, well, lead me here -to this place – a place I call “the edge of Heaven.”
Meet Eddie, who like my beloved, Gabbie is a three legged dog. It wasn’t long after I arrived at Runyon Canyon that I mumbled the words, “If only my girls were with me. Man, would they love this place.” Shortly, after mumbling those words out into the universe I came across, Eddie. It was then that I felt a strange sensation overcome me. Now, this wasn’t the first time I had the feeling that Sasha and Gabbie were trying to tell me something? And, (on many occasions) remind me that they were indeed still with me. But, this time the signs would be clear as day, and soon it would become obvious that I didn’t choose to come to Runyon Canyon by my own accord. As a matter of fact I would be smacked in the face with the realization that I was brought here (to Runyon Canyon) by a higher power; a divine force which wanted me to once and for all open my eyes and see what has been in front of me all along.
So, I implore you to continue to read and follow the next part of this blog series for I am sure you will see as I did that there is no such thing as coincidence, no accidents, and no mistakes. Like me you will inevitably conclude that everything truly does happen for a reason.
Until next time…