Beautiful Weeds.

We are all weeds.


But completely beautiful ones at that....

Change.

Things change and I learn to deal.....

Nostalgia.

I wish it would always be like this.

Wistful desires.....

Wednesday Nights.

Barely.

Without disguise.

We observe.

Human nature ensues.

We are only

Paper thin ghosts....

Inspired.

I read a few blogs today. I was feeling unsure of how I wanted mine to reflect me. And now I am inspired. I think I will try to start a new project tonight if the drunkness allows......

The Doubtful.....

It is amazing to me that at times I still doubt my creativity. The quickening of my heart, the sudden catching of my breath in the back of my throat......Am I really creative? Can I do this? Some days it seems bigger than me. And then it becomes clear in those quiet moments that yes, this is what I was meant to do. If not for anyone but myself. The process sets me free. It's a mending of my soul. When I create, I can breathe a little easier, cry a little harder and laugh a little louder. The finished piece allows me to see a deeper part of myself. If I think about it, the doubt is really part of the process as well. It reminds me that I can be vulnerable an open with myself. And in the end it all comes together.

The start of something good.

I am glad I am doing this.