Douglas didn’t ask for much. He’d traveled to these islands off Scotland to investigate the property he’d inherited from his grandfather.
The locals called the property’s sealed cave Beul Nam Beinn—Mouth in the Hill. Douglas was curious. Look inside? Why not?
The mouth, sealed long ago for reason unknown, reopened had a story to tell. A family story. A story of Douglas’s ancestry. He had broken a seal and opened himself in the process. To his ancestors. To the cave. To the sea. To dreams and nightmares and understanding.
J. W. Keleher admits the past year has been tough. Besides visiting the Sarengeti, Ngorongoro Crater, Olduvai Gorge, and Zanzibar, he became terribly sick and had an extended period of unemployment (you could say one side of his toast was burnt while the other glowed with the essence of toastness). He imagined his life progressing differently.
Currently he lives in a house with two spare bedrooms (he keeps trying to rent one out, but it just doesn’t ever seem to work) and a thermostat that never goes much above sixty. His experiment of growing lettuce in the kitchen has failed. He enjoys visits from the neighborhood cat and movie nights.
He has two extended problems he’d like to resolve (well, maybe more than two but let’s just focus on two for now). He’d like to find a place to call home (you know where he could hang a hammock to swing in for the rest of his days) and he wishes he had the money to fly to Nancy, France for an extended period (if he did have the money to fly to Nancy, France and found he liked it, maybe it would become his home; this could be like hitting two bird with one stone…except, of course, birds are smaller).
He has often wondered why anyone would want to think inside of a box. He prefers to think in thrift stores, junk shops, old forests, and near the sea. He is a writer, teacher, archaeologist, and artist. Find out more about him at www.jwkeleher.com.