Tuesday, February 25, 2014

Bleak


The winter takes its toll. It doesn't matter who you are or what you are, it will exact payment, someway somehow. The trees give up their leaves, the roads lose their smooth facade, every last molecule of water is stolen from the air. You may burrow into your cave and hope to hide, but winter will find you and demand tribute. You may fool yourself by pretending it is just a concurrence of astronomy and geology, but it will stand outside your door, waiting. Go ahead and claim all manner of agnosticism you want, it will beat away at your defenses until you are forced to give it what it seeks. You may doubt and deny its power, but in the cold light of day when all shadows are flattened and rendered brittle and all color has been frozen out of your world, you will give up, you will give in, and you will believe. It will strip you bare and leave you gasping for breath and hoping that everything it took from you, everything you lost, can be found again in the thaw of spring.

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Friday, February 14, 2014

Headstart For Happiness



"Naive and wise with no sense of time as I set my heart with a heart beat, tick tock,
Violent and mild, common sense says I'm wild with this mixed up fury, crazy beauty,
It's healthy to find all these feelings inside as I get on my trek with a headstart back to you."-Paul Weller

We've been listening to a lot of Style Council lately, which means it's all political and love in our house, which you probably already could have guessed. Seriously between the Modfather and Patti Smith, our house is crazy with happiness and inspiration. Viva la revolution and long live love!