home....

we can find a million reasons not to do our art. talking to my partner this morning, and you hear the words coming out of your mouth....

"well, with the moving and there's stuff going on at work and whatwith the holidays and i've got all this yoga stuff happening. etc. etc. ad nauseum...."..

and you get to realize there's always something. not enough time, money, inspiration, the right space in which to create - what have you. and it's all in the end just bullshit excuses. you carve that time - you make yourself. even though there's no money in it for the forseeable future - if ever - even though it may never make it further than this tiny, only occasionally-glimpsed bit of cyberspace or your local community stage - you do it. because it calls to you - beckons you - and itches underneath your skin. create! so you curl up at your new favorite coffee shop - and you begin. again. for the millionth time perhaps that day. coming home. to this spot - the empty page - your beating heart - your own floating thoughts and the ether beyond.... because if any place you can hang our hat is home.. why cannot any moment be the correct and perfect launching pad - to weave the life you want...

and then.... are you truly home...