Tell Me Your Story

Love is an unending well to which one can forever return,but may not want.. We chalk it up to illusion, dust, and lust. If we stop the perpetual desire, the constant hunger for instant gratification, the check list of things we need in another, and feeling such lack, then we can begin to love. And though the waves of change may not promise "forever," we still get a taste of the greater ocean, the unending well.

This is beautiful and sums it up.

If we start to truly love and appreciate what is, the war is over.

Think about it kids, for some, it's a life or death statement.

Taking Advantage of the Recession

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Check it out, it looks pretty interesting!

Seeing Sound and Hearing Color

Sometimes I just want to go to a place in my mind where I don't have to focus on the world around me. A place where everyone is equal, dreams are achievable, and true happiness is attained. Where negative feelings and stress don't distract from whatever you're supposed to be doing that day and the faint screaming at the base of your brain subsides momentarily.

In this world, educated conversations are held and meaningful memories are made in which people truly care for one another without recognition of flaws. Beauty isn't measured by aesthetics and make-believe reality. Instead, beauty surrounds and encompasses everyone and everything and leaves space for the imagination to fill in the lines where it has left out.

At the heart of this place, is me. My vision of where I see myself later in life. I look around and see all the wonderful things that make this place more than fiction. I want to grasp the edge of this place and hold on tight because the knowledge that this exists, is exactly what will destroy it.

I go there today. I will go there tomorrow. I will go there as long as my mind has the ability and the youthfulness to make it happen.

Von Trap Family Fun

Playing in the rain, long...soft kisses, spontaneity, skinny-dipping, getting unexpected letters, singing loudly in the car, mamaw's homemade dumplings, acoustics, crying, seeing God in the world around me, aged wine, the smell of cigars, swinging on my lakehouse porch swing, staying up all night with people I care about, imagining what's ahead, seeing old friends, blueberry muffins on a Sunday morning, jumping in bed with mom and talking when I come home, the smell of my dad, new jeans, a good book.

These are a few of my favorite things....

Lunch in a Cup

I really need someone to help me with my guitar playing. I have somewhat leveled off and I need someone to encourage me while I learn new techniques, rhythms, and licks.

Anyone up for the challenge?

Ode to Vonnegut

"If you find your life tangled up with somebody else's life for no very logical reasons," writes Bokonon, "that person may be a member of your karass." At another point in The Books of Bokonon he tells us, "Man created the checkerboard; God created the karass." By that he means that a karass ignores national, institutional, occupational, familial, and class boundaries. It is as free form as an amoeba.