Sometimes Simplicity is Beautiful
"Poison & Wine" by The Civil WarsYou only know what i want I you toI know everything you don´t want me toyour mouth is poison your mouth is wineyou think your dreams are the same as mineI don´t love you but I always willI don´t love you but I always willI don´t love you but I always willI always willI wish you´d hold me when I turn my backwell the less I give the more I get backyour hands can heal your hands can bruiseI don´t have a choice but I´d still choose youI don´t love you but I always willI don´t love you but I always wil

A Time Comes in Your Life
This recently came up in a note posted on facebook by someone who has just undergone a huge transformation in her life and it just struck a chord with me that I had to re-post it. I think every person who has ever struggled with anything or anyone who has yet to struggle with anything should read this becasue its pretty amazing!A Time Comes in Your Life"A time comes in your life when you finally get it … When in the midst of all your fears and insanity you stop dead in your tracks, and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out - ENOUGH!Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum

"I don't believe ...
"I don't believe in total freedom for the artist. Left on his own, free to do anything he likes, the artist ends up doing nothing at all. If there's one thing that's dangerous for an artist, it's precisely this question of total freedom, waiting for inspiration and the rest of it."—Federico Fellini, I'm a Born LiarReading Culture Making and spending time digesting what I read has been pretty convicting... but then again so has a lot lately.  I seem to be praying for direction a lot lately becasue I'm wandering around (or maybe more of sitting still) c

Somtetimes Art Reflects Life and others Life Reflects Art...
A lot of time people are like paintings;  from afar they may look perfect and pristine, but as you get closer you start to see their flaws and imprefections.  The closer you get to people (and yourself) the more you see your/their imperfections.

What if Life had a Rest Button?
I remember sitting in the play room as a child playing on my old NES getting frustrated at every level that I couldn't complete with ease. Cursing under my breath so that mom would not hear. The 8-bit graphics could frustrate me more than anything real life could throw at me. There would come a point where I would get so angry that I would just in a fit of subdued "rage" take my frustrations out on a poor defenseless