You don’t know how much you keep from people until you start speaking clearly and honestly, out in the open. Podcasting is teaching me to reach out and communicate the way I have always wanted to do. Listening back to this episode I recorded prior to the holiday, I saw myself turning a corner.
- I wanted to share with you the moment I knew I would be an artist, like my dad.
- I wanted to share with you my thoughts on handing down creativity to our children, like an inheritance.
- I want to share with you some things I’ve been up to creatively, and what’s around the riverbend (without the Disney Princess song and dance, or maybe there will be a song and dance: I was a theater major, after all…).
This was another breakthrough episode for me and the cats during lunchtime podcasting. I hope you enjoy it.
dare i say
this westward expansion
with a north star, unseen
until the weight of wrists wrought of inconsequential repetition
prevents the furled
from pointing upward
My cats seriously brought on the banter today, throwing up and tumbling over chairs as I tried to discuss how we can get an outline done if we only overcome fear. This is what I get for recording at lunch time. Hope you had a Happy Halloween!!!
I’m affected by the grief of others. Although I’m told this is not so common, I don’t want to believe that. I’m of the opinion we have what it takes to be empathetic and kind to one another, even if we forget sometimes. Hopefully we can move toward a more empathetic world by learning to listen again. How do we do that, I wonder? Listening and patience and ultimately understanding, comes from practice. That initial concern for others? We all have that! Over time, it fades into the background, but it can be more accessible if we reacquaint ourselves with caring. Care for yourself, yes, it is essential you treat yourself well, emotionally. But care for each other as well. Caring for each other scales beautifully. So let’s get started.
Yesterday, I needed to get this off my chest and so I typed away, and the mechanical clucking of the keys tapped a beat enticing enough for me to keep going until a conclusion came. This one worked the moment I started writing. Felt right. Didn’t struggle. It just came together (a rare thing). Hopefully I can make good use of this one and turn it into some lyrics. Be well and happy Thursday.
Humble Thomas (Showboat Waters)
Humble Thomas, sunken back, you march
and all these bruises in your heart
These dialogues, in tongues you can’t interpret
Did you think you would remain so parched?
Humble Thomas, you’re forgiven
Say no more, for we prefer it
Tight lipped, statue draped in valor
You ameliorate the land as droplets
bleed onto the sand
So Humble Thomas, indirectly:
Would you ever go to bat for me?
There’s a line of fire, always burning
And your fans they chose to come so early
Thomas Thomas! Up your smiling!
And I bet your stomach’s surely turning
We can float you down the river
Come one and all, come all the same
Civilians long to end your thirst in full display
Humble Thomas, drink the water
The communion of the martyr
Have your fill inside the theater
We bring deaf applause and bring back carnage
Humble Thomas, give me desert
Let me gobble up your liver
As the leaves, they turn and look away
In the shame of how we choose to play