Dabbling in all things artistic...

Greetings, from my apartment on a wednesday afternoon. Yes, that's right. I have the day off. As Jason Mraz says... "La La la la la la la, life is Wonderful!' What better to do on a Wednesday afternoon away from work than update a blog.

So, everyone who knows me knows I'm at least a little creative. I write songs, get excited about doing all things craft relatated, and technically creativity is a huge part of my chosen profession. I like doing everything artistic.... writing, photography, guitar, piano, painting...but I'm not really exceptionally taleneted with any of them. I can take an artsy picture, I can write a meaningful lyric here and there... but as much as I like dabbling in all things artistic... I really wish I was exceptionally good at just one of them. Like Emily Dickinson or Edgar Degas. I wish I could write a song like Sara Groves and have it mean something to someone. I wish I could play a sonata like Chopin and have someone be moved. I do take a certain amount of pride in the fact that I at least am semi-talented in a few areas, but I just wish I could excel in just one of them.

Anyway... those are just my thoughts for the day. I'm going ot leave you with a few poems I have written over the years (mostly in the last few) and a few pictures I have taken recently. If you're into poetry, or creativity in general, let me know what you think. I'd love some input!








BREATHE
Inhale
the laughter
the unfailing love
The little moments of each day.
Exhale.
the lonliness
the apathy
the complex of inferiority
Inhale.
the sunsets.
the autumn air.
the new beginnings.
Exhale.
the empty words.
the lost meanings.
the false promises
Inhale.
the music
the poignant lyrics and soft melodies
The songs that take you back where you started
Exhale
the songs that play where you are today.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Breathe.
-2004

IN A GIRL
She has blonde hair
I don’t.
I could never pull it off
and it would just be out of control anyway.
They love her hair
and her straight teeth.
and her blue eyes.
It’s what they always wanted,
In a girl.
Everyday she looks to the mirror
to make sure she is beautiful.
Everyday she makes sure they notice.
They notice.
She’s all they ever wanted
In a girl.
I carry a journal
Not because it's popular
That's just what I do.
She carries Clinique,
Revlon,
Aveda..
I eagerly talk of love,
music,
faith,
and other things they seemingly dismiss.
I make them laugh.
She can make them cry.
If she were like me
Her mirror wouldn’t recognize her;
Neither would they.
Because she’s all they ever wanted,
In a girl.
-2005