the tapes…
January 6, 2010
photo by jorge salgado
It all ways happens after a run of good art, productivity, dreaming….something happens, something small or big, it doesn’t matter. The old tapes start to play. The mental tape that asks you what the hell you are doing, or who do you think you are, or this is all you are, or maybe you can’t do what you think you can or not that well…and you wonder how you can feel so strong one minute and so fragile the next…today it was about my photography, and for Josiah it was multiplication.
The tapes plays loud or quiet, just enough to hear in the background of life. So we held each other and told each other the truth, because the truth always sets you free….and then we watched this:
we both felt a little better…
Kindnessgirl 
January 6, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Ah, the evil little troll inside my mind comes out from under his bridge and dares me to feel good about myself. And I forget many times that I know the answers to all his riddles. Let’s pray we can teach our kids all about troll riddle solving.
January 6, 2010 at 11:26 pm
I know those tapes. I try to remember that they’re trying to protect me from hurt, even if they are misguided and wrong.
To truth! And love, too.