unknown monk

"When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world. I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation. When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town. I couldn't change the town and, as an older man, I tried to change my family. Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have had an impact on my family. My family and I could have made an impact on our town. Their impact could have changed the nation and I could have indeed changed the world."


As it has been said by Amelia Earhart, 'Courage is the price that life exacts for granting peace. The soul that knows it not, knows no release from little things; knows not the livid loneliness of fear'...strong words. Impactful words. I am always in constant amazement as to how our words and actions can influence one another. Months ago there was a good aquantence of mine who spoke the kindest words to me on a day when they needed to be heard. Words of encouragement and honesty. I have recently told him that though his comments were random and unprepared, they were still meaningful and extremely humbling to me. Those words have stuck with me for months and have influenced the way I see and act on certain things-in a beautiful way. I feel that sewing seeds comes with patience, ceasing opportunities, and vigor-truth comes with passion and directness-and love of another human being, this, this is the simple compassion that we don't have to plan out-we can all have and show for one another day in day out. This is how we can begin a process of change; Within ourselves first so that the inner becomes outer and compassion, truth, and seeds are shared and grown among a community of brothers and sisters walking together with strength and hope.

On the streets of New York

"Levi Johnston Has Fallen on Hard Times"

Man with bongo: Who's that baby mama?! Who's that baby mama?!
Man with bongo, putting on blonde wig: I'm that baby mama! I'm that baby mama!
Man with bongo: Who's that baby daddy?! Who's that baby daddy?!
Man with bongo, taking off blonde wig: I'm that baby daddy! I'm that baby daddy!


Taken from overheardinnewyork.com

Victoria:

O magnum mysterium...quite arguably the most gorgeous piece of work out there to date...it is definitely a piece that is near to my heart. I can honestly say that there are few pieces of music that I have sung in the past that really stick with me and pop into my brain wanting to burst out into song-however-this, this is possibly the one that is hummed more in a day by me than any other song out there. I miss singing this-it was my favorite a few years back. I miss singing. I miss choir. I miss the confidence. I miss the power behind song. I miss the fullness of the sound. I miss the arrangements. I miss the bonds artists have when bringing a piece of work through music together. I miss the expression I was able to have every day. I just miss it.

Victoria: O magnum mysterium

Awful video, but it's the best quality I could find...I suppose you could learn it if you'd like.


'O great mystery,
and wonderful sacrament,
that animals should see the new-born Lord,
lying in a manger!
Blessed is the Virgin whose womb
was worthy to bear
Christ the Lord.
Alleluia!'

I took a quiz, I'm not a hipster nor am I a scenester.

...but do we really need quizes to tell us what we love or who we are?

Still love this guy.




Dov Charney, hipster Jesus and founder of American Apparel.

here to stay

my goal is to have a mob group sing this.
like improv everywhere dances...but with singing.

everybody everybody wants wants and wants to be seen

for real

to build a home

to build something.
a home.
a poem.
a piece of music.
they are all creative and forthright in their own ways-all unique.
yet all, if done correctly and sturdy and structured.
a structure.
a foundation.

to build upon a foundation is essential if wanting to go somewhere if wanting or needing something to stand strong.
something.
something. something.
nothing?
nothing is always something. there is always something because there is never nothing.
going back to the foundation of what matters. to build new again. to create a structure for strength and beauty.
to understand why and where to go...it is a process. it is a beautiful symphonic process that we all must go through time and time again to know what it is we must reevaluate or sharpen our tools if unsturdy. then, and only then can the home be complete. though...there are always projects to be tweeked. always. this is what makes it beautiful.

i gotta have spring

come on spring.
get here.
please.

i want to have a picnic. with grapes. and cheese. and wine. and blueberries. and strawberries. and patchwork blankets. and guitars. a hippie picnic in the spring is what i want. i can't have a picnic with this tired, mad, and mean winter. i'm ready for some sunshine. sunshine and sundresses and barefeet. i'm ready to let my hair down and watch my freckles come out. spring-we need you. please please please. i think everyone is going crazy. come on spring. get here. please?

'no amount of coffee, no amount of cryin, no amount of whiskey, no amount of wine. no no no, nothing else will do, i gotta have you'
'

Pressing Flowers

...Not a big fan of roses. I never really have been. I don't know if it's the fact that they're semi cliche or if I just really really do not like them. Yellow roses...yellow roses I like, they're pretty and they are rare but so wonderful. Friendship.

Growing up, all sides of the house were always full of flowers and vast arrays of foliage. Wildflowers, Tulips, Black Eyed Susans-amazingly beautiful flowers that spring up from the ground like clockwork each and every year. Spring. Even when it wasn't spring, I remember coloring flowers of all sorts. Every kind I could imagine, whether they were real or not, flowers I would draw. Most of them looked like Carnations-or Daisys. I loved Carnations. I loved Daisys. Still do. I know they are often considered wild flowers-or a weed even-but still, they are absolutely my favorite flower. These flowers make me smile. These flowers remind me of home. These flowers are so simple, but so so complex. These flowers last-much longer than roses. These flowers that some consider 'homely' or 'not romantic' are my flowers-these flowers are beautiful to me. These flowers, are my favorite.

i'm always learning.