Wednesday, September 14, 2011

art.


Art, like life, is a challenge. It challenges all our resources, mentally and physically. It can’t be predictably created from a linear didactic formula. It eludes methodology, technology, or ritual. It is, like life, more about being human, being vulnerable, being imperfect, and about things unexplainable. It is not a science. Art is about surprise, about the unexpected, about letting go and risking. It is about taking steps towards places where there may not be any footholds, and falling and failing.

– J. Fred Woell

Monday, August 1, 2011

what.

head. ponder. fear of the no. heavy heart. no light at the end. please remember me. Do I hang here holding on for nothing? Or do I hope that one day this emptiness will be filled, my dreams will appear and the worth of that little girl will shine.

Please remember me.

broken.

hands.

raised.



music addiction lately everyone should listen:

Thursday, July 28, 2011

in this silence.


I will sit here, drink tea. write lyrics. draw pictures. listen to music and not give up.

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

live.


(and stretch your comfort zone to demonstrate love more than you typically would)

Monday, May 23, 2011

Nice is Not enough

‘Niceness’ - wholesome, integrated personality - is an excellent thing. We must try by every medical, educational, economic and political means in our power to produce a world where as many people as possible grow up ‘nice’; just as we must try to produce a world where all have plenty to eat. But we must not supposed that even if we succeeded in making everyone nice we should have saved their souls.

A world of nice people, content in their own niceness, looking no further, turned away from God, would be just as desperately in need of salvation as a miserable world- and might even be more difficult to save.

For mere improvement is not redemption, though redemption always improves people even here and now and will, in the end, improve them to a degree we cannot yet imagine. God became man to turn creatures into sons: not simply to produce better men of the old kind but to produce a new kind of man.

It is not like teaching a horse to jump better and better but like turning a horse into a winged creature. Of course, once it has got its wings, it will soar over fences which could never have been jumped and thus beat the natural horse at its own game. But there may be a period, while the wings are just beginning to grow, when it cannot do soL and at that stage the lumps on the shoulders - no one could tell by looking at them that they are going to be wings- may even give it an awkward appearance.

from Mere Christianity by C. S. Lewis

Wednesday, April 13, 2011



Love is there if you want it to be, you just have to see that it's wrapped in beauty and hidden away between the seconds of your life. If you don't stop for a minute you might miss it.....

- today I realized I wanted you to grow old with me.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011


“the stillness of soul is increasingly rare in this world addicted to speed and noise.”