the strain of opposites

Admiration

or Jealousy

lead me to begin another blog - this blog. Welcome! haha

Last night, two of my best girl friends and I attended an intimate hippie performing arts night at a college house around the corner. Between spoken word poetry, a beat-boxing flutist and songs of the Rolling Stones, we each felt breaths of inspiration and a little bit of "he sang that song to me."

Bean Night

There was a lot of talent in that room, swirling and changing with the heat of bodies. I'm pretty sure that air came home with us and was breathed out in readings of hilarious short stories.

See, Lizzie, forever friend and art student, began a creative writing class this quarter to complement her curriculum in, well, producing really cool things. Back at her house, Lizzie opened a folder of some new really cool things, including her classmates' recent assignments sharing sexual experiences that didn't go as expected.

They were so funny.

& need to be published.

But what hooked me with these stories was the changeless honesty - the same honesty I see in Cat's words. See, Cat, forever friend and recent literature graduate, is the missing lady in this trio of last night's positivity. Sitting up, back against the armrest, I looked at these two splendid ladies sharing the couch with me. However simple I feel the truth of our bond, the complexity in waves of time is what makes it beautiful.

I believe I feel the same about art. Identifying the truth in an emotion is as simple as it gets, but conveying it in words through song or in groupings of color on canvas delves deeper into the complexity with which our human brains can identify.

So what I'm trying to get at, I guess, is how much I admire creation of really cool things. Both Lizzie and Cat will leave college with invaluable portfolios capturing spurts of their creative beings.  I feel like all I did was pass tests.  But I believe that like art and literature majors, we all have things to share.

The straw that broke the camel's back came in a Facebook message. My stylish sister Allison, another talented woman in my life, sent the link to her new blog tracking her unique interests and impeccable taste.

Allison's Wonderland

Admiration

not Jealousy

lead me to begin this blog. I'm very proud of these ladies.

Anyway, here I am with my first entry. I realize that I am not a very good writer, but every once in a while (ref: personal diary of the past year) I chime a chord of truth that is worth recording. I just hope it's worth reading! <3