For me. For you. The blue overlays the white, but we fight for clarity as we march toward destiny—an everchanging, growing evolution of experience. We won’t settle, except for slow times when recharging is necessary. An hour on the couch to zone out or laugh, be amazed, or afraid. Two chapters in a chair to … More simple depth
Sitting with artists. Drinking Seize the Day. Hearing ideas. Sensing stifled thoughts. Frustration simmers just below the surface. As always. All of us just want to do what we love, but politics always come to play. Challenge us. Keep us in line. But if we are as creative as we feel we are, we will … More the work around
It’s so early, but so late. I wouldn’t have this perspective if I’d had more to eat or less to drink. Nothing would make sense, and these words would not fall into place like this had I not gone through all that I have in my life. And I haven’t gone through much. At least … More nice or not
(smiling robin art by Brooke Stevens) Left my family for a bit—probably just a day. Drive from Alpena, Michigan to Columbus, OH for a meeting. Along the way, a big mud turtle is saved as it scrapes across M33. It isn’t thankful at all as it is placed in the swampy ditch. Just sits there … More away from home
Have fun before they’ve grown up and no longer want to play. Love, so both of you never forget the reason you came together. Sing even if you’re off-key and people stare or start to laugh. Cry when you have to. You should never be ashamed of your feelings. Fight for the good. For your … More an unexpected end
Dollar store stockings, ten cent candy canes, a six-and-a-half foot tall fake tree that we got for free from St. Vincent de Paul. Nearly everything we own is from a bargain basement or has been handed down. Our candle sticks, Christmas lights, stuffed elves. Even the wood in the fireplace was given to us. … More a few days after Christmas
monarchs by Brooke Stevens ~ (www.horsefeathersartstudio.com) I am tired—not so much of those people that can’t see they control their own destiny—but of those that get so distracted by the ineptitude, laziness, and general stupidity of others, that they can’t focus on themselves and the great, beautiful NOW that they are part of.
As I write this, my daughter appears. She’s made me a drawing.
To dad fum Oogie, it says.
There is a sun at the bottom of the page and a sun at the top. There is a flower growing out of the sky and a flower growing out of the ground. In the middle of the page is a giant, smiling frog. … More a girl draws a picture