When you were a kid, what did play in your imagination? I was a wandering wizard, casting spells, running to the wild to charm woodland creatures, and bathing in the sun from a tree.

Most of these things haven’t changed from my childhood. I commune with nature, sunbathe, and take notes from the veins in leaves to the cracks in tree bark. It’s where I find my inspiration. But sometimes, when I go to exercise, I think of pirates.

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My Heart Beats Cold

Arrest me for my fortitudes
I’m trying to be plain
They call me strange and surly
And question me a stain
I cannot, and I never will
I’m biting through the pain
But never will I once admit
To ill-begotten gain

Away
Away
You’ll never find my gold

Away
Away
So long! My heart beats cold

I’ve been around the horn a-back
I’d visit any bay
If stolen say my bounty, you are begging me to play

I hardly seen a sorry fool
So willing to depart
But if you wait around for me, I’ll sell a work of art

Away
Away
You’ll never find my gold

Away
Away
So long! My heart beats cold

And maybe you were lonely
Just waiting for some fun
And maybe you would taunt me
Like beating on a drum
But if you want so dearly
To up and share a glass
Just speak it out directly
And I won’t kick your ass

Arrest me for my fortitudes
I’m trying to be plain
They call me strange and surly
And question me a stain
I cannot, and I never will
I’m biting through the pain
But never will I once admit
To ill-begotten gain!

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Thinking of pirates or more specifically vikings will push me to my limit. Nothing like a good viking raid to get the blood pumping and the creativity flowing. After all, you need to be at peak performance if you’re taking an entire village… or running from vikings! See you at the next feast, brother!