(i totally ripped this off from one of my favorite blogs.
whose author, elizabeth is someone i forced to sing at my wedding and pick out my music.
because i knew NOTHING. and she was generous and kind and willing
and hopefully doesn't regret doing it for me! ;)
art. and the worth of words.
this makes me want to cry.
now be inspired:
i wondered what would be the worth of my words in the world
if i write them and then recite them are they worth being heard
just because i like them does that mean i should mic them
and see what might unfurl
i think of the significance of my opinions here
is it significant to be giving them does anybody care
just because i’m into this does that mean i should live like it
and really do i dare
art, art i want you
art you make it pretty hard not too
and my heart is trying hard here to follow you
but i can’t always tell if i ought to
so i pondered the point of my art in this life
if i make it will someone take it and think it’s genuine
will they be glad that i did ’cause they got something good out of it
will they leave me and be any more inspired
i question the outcome of the outpouring of myself
if i tell everyone my stories will this keep me healthy and well
will it give me purpose, to this world some sort of service
is it worth it, how can i tell
art, art…
– by Tanya Davis
8.01.2010
something beautiful sunday.
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Just found your blog and it's WONDERFUL. Love it!
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Denalee
Katie,
Glad you ripped it off. That's pretty much all I do-- rip things off.
Funny you mention your wedding. I remember I got caught in a terrible traffic jam on the way down from Nashville and panicked. What would everyone DO if I didn't make it?! Then I got a little perspective and laughed at myself. I think that moment was pretty significant in my shift from the high school/college mentality that the world revolved around me.
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