Sunday, July 25, 2004
Us..
Some of us are poets..others dont have words. We are BOLD We are shy We are from all over And right here in eachothers Hearts.. We laugh, We Cry We talk about Things here that we canĀ“t anywhere else. Some of us are artists.. others are dreamers Some of us are poets.. others dont have the words but we all are here for a reason...
They are the misfits, the crazy ones. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They are not fond of rules and they have no respect for the status quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them. The only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world are the ones who do.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
not the things i planned..
I went out in search of old barns.. up US41 passed trains with writing on them no place to stop, past Palmetto and Ruskin and Apollo Beach and Gibsonton..
There in Gibsonton was a old Pepsi Machine next to an abandoned restaurant with old blinds..
took some pictures.. went on.. stopped in the Apollo Beach family restaurant.. filled with of course country motif.. arent country diners always filled with country motif?
had breaded okra and sweet tea.. fries on the side..
saw a sign for a county park picnic tables along a river The alafia i think?
Abandoned things all over, Fire pits, an old tree trunk, feathers..
so no barns but other things that are unsuspected are what life is all about.
I wish for you little unplanned trips and unsuspected suprises.
There in Gibsonton was a old Pepsi Machine next to an abandoned restaurant with old blinds..
took some pictures.. went on.. stopped in the Apollo Beach family restaurant.. filled with of course country motif.. arent country diners always filled with country motif?
had breaded okra and sweet tea.. fries on the side..
saw a sign for a county park picnic tables along a river The alafia i think?
Abandoned things all over, Fire pits, an old tree trunk, feathers..
so no barns but other things that are unsuspected are what life is all about.
I wish for you little unplanned trips and unsuspected suprises.
Sunday, July 11, 2004
Saturday, July 10, 2004
dont hold back
After he had articulated this decision, I spent a bit of time alone with him, and I just lost it. I wept and wept and couldn't stop. I apologized for this, and his response to me was, "Please don't worry. These are raindrops of the soul. It would not be consistent with who you are to not show intense emotion. Don't worry. Don't hold back."
"Don't hold back."
this was from Marney after her dad passed on..
What is holding me back from letting people in?
Why cant i just tell people what is bothering me?
and not worry about what people think?
"Don't hold back."
this was from Marney after her dad passed on..
What is holding me back from letting people in?
Why cant i just tell people what is bothering me?
and not worry about what people think?
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
It wasn't, of course, the beginning for who can say where a voyage starts- not the actual passage but the dream of a journey and it's urge to find a way.
-from River-Horse, by William Least Heat-Moon
I used to dream of traveling the earth
I used to dream of building a rocket and going to the moon
and collecting moon dust and
Flying.
I like flying dreams.. I am having them more often
I have a hard time just sitting still.. and doing nothing. I have to be writing or reading or something.
even in my dreams I am racing something..
I went to a meditation class one time.. the guy was saying now reeeelax
I felt very relaxed and it scared me.. like i might not have control so i opened my eyes and observed my relaxed classmates.. thats about as meditative as i get.
-from River-Horse, by William Least Heat-Moon
I used to dream of traveling the earth
I used to dream of building a rocket and going to the moon
and collecting moon dust and
Flying.
I like flying dreams.. I am having them more often
I have a hard time just sitting still.. and doing nothing. I have to be writing or reading or something.
even in my dreams I am racing something..
I went to a meditation class one time.. the guy was saying now reeeelax
I felt very relaxed and it scared me.. like i might not have control so i opened my eyes and observed my relaxed classmates.. thats about as meditative as i get.
Friday, July 02, 2004
friends
through the internet i've made loads of friends..
someone told me the computer is the antichrist..
i told them i dont agree
i wouldnt have gotten a postcard from Sweden
i wouldnt have talked to someone in PA last night
i wouldnt have seen Chicago
my friends here in Florida who i can see come first. but no computers are not evil..
Any action or thought which injures the human imagination is evil"
Kenneth Patchen,poet
someone told me the computer is the antichrist..
i told them i dont agree
i wouldnt have gotten a postcard from Sweden
i wouldnt have talked to someone in PA last night
i wouldnt have seen Chicago
my friends here in Florida who i can see come first. but no computers are not evil..
Any action or thought which injures the human imagination is evil"
Kenneth Patchen,poet
Thursday, July 01, 2004
"If there was ever a time to dare, to make a difference, to embark on
something worth doing, It is now. Not for any grand cause,
necessarily... but for something that tugs at your heart, something
that's your inspiration, something that's your dream."
We went to Fogartyville to the teen talent night.
Krista sang
Jordan played blues guitar
Lee sang
Theres talent out there.
thanks to the owners of F-ville for showcasing it.
Thanks to all the blogs i look at to get inspiration..or maybe steal photo ideas (:
thanks to the street artist with the guitar who played for me.
thanks to everyone who supported me in the times where i may have been grouchy, bitchy and stubborn..
something worth doing, It is now. Not for any grand cause,
necessarily... but for something that tugs at your heart, something
that's your inspiration, something that's your dream."
We went to Fogartyville to the teen talent night.
Krista sang
Jordan played blues guitar
Lee sang
Theres talent out there.
thanks to the owners of F-ville for showcasing it.
Thanks to all the blogs i look at to get inspiration..or maybe steal photo ideas (:
thanks to the street artist with the guitar who played for me.
thanks to everyone who supported me in the times where i may have been grouchy, bitchy and stubborn..