Monday, January 26, 2009

Tuesday, January 20, 2009

For Always

Oh Lord how you bless me....
Santa Barbara.
Painted Caves.
Open Roads.
Sunflower Stands.
Flowers in my hair.
The One to my left.
Natural History Museums.
Open air bookstores.
Starry Starry Nights.
Long rides home.

Thank You.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Tintern Abbey

Excerpt from William Wordsworth's tour, revisited July 13, 1798

"... For I have learned
To look on nature, not as in the hour
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes
The still, sad music of humanity...

...And I have felt
A presence that disturbs me with the joy
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime
Of something far more deeply inter fused,
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns,
And the round ocean and the living air,
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man:...

... Therefore am I still
A lover of the meadows and the woods,
And mountains; and of all that we behold
From this green earth; of all the mighty world
Of eye, and ear,- both what they half create,
And what perceive; well pleased to recognize
In nature and the language of the sense,
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse,
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul
Of all my moral being."

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Kime Buzelli

Women are freaking fantastic am I right?
Sooo, I caught myself daydreaming today while driving to school. Have you ever done that... been totally taken by your daydreaming ability that you suddenly realize you are at your destination and have absolutely no idea how you got there!? ...A quality I should probably focus less on seeing as how I live in the traffic ridden city of LA...

Anyway, I was daydreaming about Kime Buzelli. Seriously, I think she is superb. Fantastic. I am completely inspired by her. Her pieces seem to flow from an entirely natural venue within herself. It's like she sees the female form, enjoys it, revels in all its amazingness, and then at the same time, she brings a sense of mystery and strength that completely make up a woman. She isn't afraid to be messy-women are messy.

“Soft is harder than the hardest hard. Sweetness is stronger always. These are difficult realizations for any human being, but what it is to be strong and female means to be brazenly feminine, not merely to imitate or be counterpart to the masculine.”

Here's some of her stuff. ENJOY.

La Fin.

Friday, January 2, 2009


Cliche (cannot figure out how to accent the e) as it may be, I've spent a good amount of time over the last few days contemplating about the year that has recently come to pass; and I have come to one conclusion, 2008 consisted primarily of 4 months.

I don't know if this is how time begins to pass from here on out, quickly and slyly, but I am trying my hardest to savor each day. Perhaps this is the reason for a blog at all-I was never sure if I believed in them in the first place-but alas I have succumbed.


The other night at Pip's parents house, we were sitting around their table (everyone kind of in their own discussions) and it hit me just how much God has blessed me this year, and just how far He has taken me. Truth be told, on a personal scale, 2008 was a TOUGH year...but a beautiful one. And without turning into the political blogger, I think it's safe to say that with the state of our country, and who is about to be enogerated, we are about to see quite an eventful 2009. But what can we do but pray ya know?

Pray and love people patiently.