Where Soul Meets Body.....

sometimes I feel so creative, but that I have no outlet for it.

I paint, draw, sing, and WRITE.. and usually I can get it all out in a script. but sometimes......

sometimes, the creativity is so powerful that nothing seems to be enough... it just doesn't do it justice. I can feel it throughout my body. Wonderfully frustrating.

I have been reading "Angels in Amerca" it is a play by Tony Kushner, and I loved it.

I don't want to forget these lines, I love them:

"Love, thats a trap. Responsibility; thats a trap too. Like a father to a son I tell you this: Life is full of horror; nobody escapes, nobody; save yourself. Whatever pulls on you, whatever needs from you, threatens you. Don't be afraid; people are so afraid; don't be afraid to livein the raw wind, naked, alone...Learn at least this; What you are capable of. Let nothing stand in your way."

"Smell is... an incredibly complex and underappreciated physical phenomenon. Inextricably bound up with sex."

"The world doesn't spin backwards. Listen to the world, to how fast it goes."

"At first it can be ery hard to accept how disappointing life is because that's what it is and you have to accept it. With faith and time and hard work you reach a point. . . where the disappointment doesn't hurt as much, and then it gets actually easy to live with. Quite easy. Which is in its own way a disappointment. But. There"

I have been sad the last couple of weeks... don't know what it is.. I am hoping that the cold weather and hot chocolates to come will make me happy... I love sweaters and HATS!!!!!!

I think I will bust out some paints, and see what comes out. Just one of those moods.

I want to take a blanket out in the country, cuddle up underneath and look at stars for hours.