Monday, September 22, 5:30am

5:30am. I love this time of morning.  Charcoal painted sky with tints of lavender; light blue popping through the height of the sky, and for today especially, white pillowy clouds crafting a space to cheer in the brightness of the baby blue morning.
What peace my heart feels. I reach out the window and touch the branch dancing in front of me—I pull her towards my face and let her delicate leaves brush softly against my skin. She smells of the brightest morning—a special gift, no doubt, from my favorite Artist, my favorite Creator. The street lamps still lit, stand tall offering their condolences to the nostalgia I slept with so many nights, but today I seek no comfort for the dreams that haunted me. Today, I reach past the window and feel the future of my life: fresh, green and tangible in each hand.
Each car that passes, no longer bears a memory—now, each car holds a new idea, a startling endeavor, an adventure unfolding.

NOW

Start.
Begin.
GO.

Do your work.

Write. RISK.
Act.

C  R  E  A  T  E.

NOW.

 

IF YOU WANT TO SING OUT, SING OUT.

“If you want to sing out, sing out
And if you want to be free, be free.

And if you want to live high, live high
And if you want to live low, live low.

Well if you want to say yes, say yes
And if you want to say no, say no.

And if you want to be me, be me
And if you want to be you, be you.”

—Cat Stevens

In Vienna

“And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.

For she is his poet…

and he is her poetry.

When does a Muse STOP

…inspiring art—and instead, become a harmful addiction ?