Eclectic Magnetic Pulse



Ligers are real!

Ligers are real!

A good omen for my brother’s arrival in LA….

A good omen for my brother’s arrival in LA….

Reblogged from trashandtrampolines

Fizzle & Bang.

Good.

These last couple days have proven that people can truly be good to one another. 

Not in a superficial way, not in a quid pro quo way, just good. 

Generous beyond imagination and expectation; even people who are the faintest of acquaintances.

I’m thankful for all the good people in my life.  I hope you are too.

Magic

It used to be magical, I used to sit and stare in wonder. 

I used to consume without limit.

It used to inspire me to understand myself, humanity and in turn my own humanity.

I used to defend it’s importance in culture and in life.  I convinced a few people that it was an art form they needed to open themselves up to.

(For those of you who have read this book you’ll recognize this quote) They used to make me feel infinite because they are infinite.  They stretch across the landscape of our recent history, pushing us to be better, to open our eyes, to suspend disbelief in wonder…and those qualities will never go away.

For me the spark is gone and needs to be found again.   Who doesn’t want to feel a spark about something?

What spark are you looking for?

Wanting and Waiting

Doesn’t that kind of sum up life perfectly?  Or at least my life, I’ve been doing a lot of both lately.  Anyone else?