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About the Author
Kevin Tremblay

Kevin Tremblay is the heart and hands behind Labyrinthia Guest House. A lifelong gardener, writer, and host, Kevin has spent over 36 years cultivating not only the land but also the experience that makes Labyrinthia feel like home. He’s a published author, a monthly columnist in a local tabloid, and a passionate advocate for slow, intentional living. When he’s not tending the garden or brewing herbal tea, you’ll find him walking the labyrinth—or welcoming guests with a story and a smile.

Labyrinthia Alter Ego

Labyrinthia Alter Ego

Labyrinthia’s Dining room with Ariane and Phillip on either end, Teddy, and me in the middle.

Labyrinthia is my Alter Ego. This is a way of manifesting my entire desire, from cooking as an art, to selling books online, and the garden. Creating Labyrinthia developed out of a connection to Rudolph Steiner’s philosophy and Anthroposophy. Steiner formed this society in reaction to his split with the Theosophists. Obscure, sure, like a labyrinth, not a maze.

A couple from Switzerland who stayed were a pleasure you see in the picture. They were happy people who were excited for each day and meal. He worked on an organic family farm. They grow celery for the heart, the root, and when harvesting it blow the leaves and small stems of this variety back into the field.

Teddy is a longer-term guest, and he, too, has provoked my world in wonderful ways. One blog posting in a future time will be about the big H. Note his crimson sweatshirt.

When I am in the garden, it feels why I am here. To meet and greet the trees and shrubs. They are living entities. I don’t know their language. Interesting at this time studying about Polari in writing an article entitled First Base. Gay men in the past had to hide and be invisible in society, so they developed other means of communicating, the lavender languages.

In working on a short novel, He Was Gone, I had the first chapter reviewed and edited free style by the Piscataquis Writers Group. It came to my attention that the other four members present were married men with children, and all had a different opinion of what getting to First Base meant. A kiss.

In the gay culture, being safe was first-order business, and first base meant that the other person was receptive and may be gay themselves. They were “friends of Dorothy.” There were lavender languages that developed in most cultures and all over the world, which are dying due to no longer being necessary to meet other gay men in secret, and to communicate through code and symbol. The is no crime in being gay today.

What can you expect from these blog posts from Labyrinthia? I will keep surprising myself and let the alter ego speak on occasion.

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