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Saturday Expressions Visual Artwork

Humble Beginnings | Session 4

Picture of friend Jessica, 1995

There was no way to foresee artistic talent in my future. But I think you can see the creativity.

“My whale is swimming. “

And a love of purple I didn’t know I had for almost 20 years.

“I made a ghost.”

Happy Weekend!

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Monday Motivation Philosophy

Hold Fast Your Destiny | MM 2

The best discipline I ever received from a teacher in elementary school was, “I’m not telling you not to do it. I’m telling you not to get caught.” He was referring to my poetry notebook confiscated by a substitute teacher. She had taken particular offense to the metaphor I drew of my homeroom teacher as the falling sun.

Mr. Watson was one of few teachers who did not actively try and kill my childhood dreams of becoming a creative. The first time I received in-school support was from my grade two teacher: he laminated one of the first stories I wrote.

I carefully crafted my dreams in secret for most of my young life. Teachers and many other adults were unskillful at nurturing big ideas. They were small dreamers, and they functioned to place limits on all young lives they touched. This was my experience anyway.

There is a Bob Dylan quote that goes, “Destiny is a feeling you have that you know something about yourself nobody else does. The picture you have in your own mind of what you’re about will come true. It’s a kind of a thing you kind of have to keep to your own self, because it’s a fragile feeling, and if you put it out there, then someone will kill it. It’s best to keep that all inside.”

I feel this truth. When you have a special idea or dream or talent, it’s important to keep some of it to yourself. You have a personal legend, a treasure, and it’s perfectly okay to guard that. In fact, I believe you should. Not everything is meant for the world to see. People kill ideas. We see it every day. Not one idea can be agreed on by all people – so why try and make it so?

Keep doing what you love, what’s precious to you. At the right time, you’ll be able to reveal it to a select section of the world: your special audience. In its infancy, you must guard your personal legend so it can’t be torn down by people who take joy in setting other people’s limitations. In the meantime, work on removing self-imposed restrictions. Encourage others wherever you can, and this gesture will be returned tenfold.

Your potential knows no bounds.


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Playlist Poetry

Your Playlist

Your Playlist:
A Poem in 80 Songs

Runtime: 5 hr 10 min

Do you think about me often?
Like I’m a 
Hex Girl?

Lucky You
because I
Diga, Diga, Doo
too
How I’d like to do 
The Jitterbug Waltz
with you

Unchain My Heart
Spellbinder
I find your voice
Super Good

Tonight in the Moonlight
I Hope You Dance
Dog Trot
Dip It Low
and even
Lose Control
with me

we’re 
Very Busy People
part of this
Nowhere Generation
Cherry Picking
On The Banks Of The Owichita

In Another Life
I think we were
Up and Rolling
I think we enjoyed
A Quiet Life
by the 
Riverside
maybe on
Such a Night
I was your
Gypsy Queen
you, a
Wayfaring Stranger
melting my
Stonecold
heart

are you the
House of My Soul?
because
The Truth
is that your
Spring Fashion
is in 
Perfect Harmony
with my
Taste

I felt I could be
The Yellow Rose of Texas
but then the mournful soul that sang
Tennessee Waltz
(It was Patti Page)
because you already had
Too Many Friends
Counting Bodies Like Sheep To The Rhythm of The War Drums

while I was
Running Up That Hill
yearning for a 
Higher Devotion
thinking
How Do I Get There
thinking I’m a
Bad Liar
thinking I can’t
Stop Thinking About You
even
Dreaming of You
nothing 
Quite Like
anything I’ve felt before

at
Bedtime
with a 
Mind on Fire
thoughts of you
Tearing Me Up
making me want to
Ruin Your Night
too, for making me
Think It Over
think that it was
Signals
for me, but it was just
Scotch and Soda
for you

I was a
Girl from the North Country
wandering, wondering
Where Have All the Average People Gone
not the one with
Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes

so when I feel this
Ghost Pressure
I call you
Troubleman
wondering
What Else Is There?
wondering is this the
Wrong Vibration

I
Got It Bad
and you’re
Making Me Nervous
because
I Got it Bad And That Ain’t Good
so I picture you saying
None Shall Pass
and the beg my 
Fatal Fantasies 
of you
Fade Away

knowing just the same
I’ll See You in My Dreams
In the Early Morning Rain
with your 
Slow Hand

and I 
Dream in the Dark
that I’m
Chainsmoking
Your Love
as if it’s the only way to
Stay Alive
and I’m
Beggin 
Think About Me 
Turn Your Love
to me

in 
The Land of the Silver Birch
we’ll 
Moondance
Tonight
Wasted

until I 
Fade Into You
until the
Evening Star
is
Fallin’
For You
too

and I know I’m 
Falling for U
too, thinking
I Fall in Love too Easily

With You