Oh my dear friend! I don't know how I missed this....it didn't come thru my email subscription. I was thinking you were just super busy with writing, which is why you weren't blogging. I miss you and I will be praying for you all the time. I'm stopping my commenting now. . .going to send an email. . . . .

all i have to say is. . .thank god you don't post everyday or i would be mentally drained. in a good way. you see me not even bothering to capitalize, because i am still absorbing the enormity of what you have just passed along to me. i'm going to have to read it over and over again, because damn. . .it's powerful. the letter to agnes. WHAAATTT? Crazy. Wow. there are no words. i'm going to print it out and hang it in like ten places in my house. And martha's story. . .amazing. i hope i will be that in touch, to live such a life. i'm so glad that our friendship has found me. you teach me so much even when you don't realize it. your screen play is going to be beyond anything you've ever written and i can't wait to get my greedy eyes on it. i'm glad your living in that space where you are guided by grace. that grace fills your fingers and your thoughts and that you can write with the force of the artist you are. you inspire me. don't stop. and. . .the bit about the commas, and writing and not be judged by where you choose to place them cracked me up. i have that argument with myself EVERYDAY:)

I love it!!!! Iloved the silent films, I love the whole notion of being your own audience, I think that's fantastic. I told myself I wasn't going to write a book, but you really hit the nail on the head. We must use our art with our own eye for ourselves, otherwise what is the point. It is in fact what makes art so interesting, and where people find their connections. I think it takes a brave soul to bare all, and put it out there, willing to take whatever critiques that they may befall. Anyway, thank you for introducing them to me. Both are amazing, but I must say my fave was the last video. I love what I think it said about you. And me too ;) PS- coming to town anytime soon? hoping you haven't come and gone already.

Once again, brilliant Mate. Brilliant. There is another artist Cy Twombly, who said “My line is childlike but not childish. It is very difficult to fake…to get that quality you need to project yourself into the child’s line. It has to be felt.” When I read that I thought, 'AH HAH', that's it. Sometimes (more often than I like to admit) when I write I become scared, or nervious, because what I write is so raw (to me). When I read it over, naturally I relate because I wrote it, but it seems so juvenile. And I wonder if people would really want to read it. So primal, crude thoughts, feelings, unfiltered, and really QUITE SILLY. Thoughts and emotions that I had as a child, and expressed. Now too often, I supress those urges to share MY TRUE EXPERIENCE with others, except in my writing. But like Picasso, when I feel it, I have to write, or paint as it were. These crazy thoughts fill my mind, and I must get them out or else, I just can't think straight. I hope that I get to the point where I can enjoy what I write more, be less filtered, and truly channel my own experiences. It seems so simple, but gosh, it's hard work. Thanks for making me think. I don't think I've told you lately. . .but I love your blog :)

This is crazy, amazing, and completely scary. WE ARE ON EXACTLY THE SAME WAVELENGTH. So, I have been thinking the exact same thing. I have to start looking at things differently. So everytime, I am presented with a moment that I find beautiful for whatever reason, without thinking I try and snap a picture so that I can reflect on it later, in more depth (which is the exact same tactic I take with my writing, only it never occurred to me to do it with photography) Today it was a sculpture of dough that my 10 year old daughter made, earlier this week it was my mother and kids fishing, and yesterday, it was my mom's legs crawling through my patch of vegetable garden. And wonderfully enough, my pics are coming out better and better, as I try to discover my 'eye'. Though, I still want those pointers you promised. And. . .2 days ago, I just discovered The Blue Hour from a Shutterbean/Joy the Baker Podcast. I love his photos. I want to find that type of beauty in the everyday.

Wow. That is so well written. OK. So I do this. I try. Somedays it happens to me in a moment, it all falls into place, and I know, and I understand. Other days, I take my two minutes, then 10, maybe even 20, sitting by myself, trying to focus and it just won't come. So frustrating. But I try, because I know when I reach that knowing, it is so beautiful. So I continue on the quest, even though I only ever get glimpses. It's worth it. I'm book marking this page to read again, and again. I think it will help me focus :)

I'LL BE IN YOUR SUPPORT GROUP!!!! I lurv the Farmer's Market! I love that you can go at the crack of dawn. I love that the farmer's carry around cute little knives and cut you off pieces of the tastiest, juciest fruit. I love the cute colorful baskets that I carry to collect all my goodies. Yes. I think we need a support group ASAP. Also, I am in love with that cake. I can totally see why your guy swooned. I'm swooning over here too!

I just left a comment, but I don't think it took. Forgive me if you are reading this for the second time. I'LL BE IN YOUR SUPPORT GROUP!!!! I lurv the Farmer's Market! I love that you can go at the crack of dawn. I love that the farmer's carry around cute little knives and cut you off pieces of the tastiest, juciest fruit. I love the cute colorful baskets that I carry to collect all my goodies. Yes. I think we need a support group ASAP. Also, I am in love with that cake. I can totally see why your guy swooned. I'm swooning over here too!

I'll be in your support group! I lurv the farmer's market. I love that you can go at the crack of dawn. I love that the growers carry their own knives and cut off pieces of the fruit for you to try. I love the colorful little baskets that I carry around to collect all my goodies. Yeah. We need to start a group, quick! The cake is over the top. I'm in love with that too! I can definitely see why your guy swooned. I'm swooning over here too!

Found your blog, from your comment on Shutterbean. And now. . .I'm crying. It's a good cry though. You wrote so beautifully, and it made me think of my 4 babies, and how fast they're growing. ooooh. I wish I had a piece of that tart to ease my pain. Glad I found you. I'll be back.