Here are a few of the things that have inspired me over the course of the last week.
- I’m always on the look-out for reminders to help me tap into my creative potential. This post from Rebelle Society shared by a friend on Facebook has some good reminders, especially the one about not caring whether anyone is looking or not.
- Since I have come to reside in the Deep South I am not as cold hardy as I once was. In fact, I’ve pretty much turned into a wuss when it comes to the cold. I’ve no desire to play in the snow, no desire to see it falling softly outside the windows. I’m good, right where I am. I’m good. But there are times when I do miss the quiet, amazing beauty of snow, and this link, showcasing 10 pictures of individual snowflakes is amazing.
- I’m slightly suspicious about the origins of this post but I’m a fan of Mark Twain, and I’m a fan of living a kick-ass life, so I’m going to roll with it. I think I particularly like #3 –
Lighten up and have some fun.
“Humor is mankind’s greatest blessing.”
“Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.”
- This from Henry Rollins about musicians “selling out” – whatever that means. We all deserve to be paid for our hard work. I agree – pay them. Pay them now. Part of why I always, always, always pay for music.
- Last year at the end of the year, I participated in the magic (and at times madness) that was a part of Reverb12. This year, Kat McNally is again offering Reverb. If you’d like to reflect on the year that was and pave the way for the year that will be, Reverb13 is the perfect way to do it. Come join us as we make our way through the year that was.
- I think I’ve made no secret of the fact that over the last couple of years I’ve been frustrated that I’ve not been doing what I’m supposed to be doing. This piece on MindBodyGreen about knowing how you’ve found your calling reinforces that. The hell of the whole thing is that at one point in time I had it. I was doing what felt right. Almost all of those things were happening for me, and it felt like all cylinders were clicking. A different life is now mine, but I’d love to figure out how to get back to that place, how to work my way back into that place.
- I love this post from The Bitter Southerner. Actually…I think I love everything from the Bitter Southerner. It reminds me of those I’ve lost. There are times when I think I can remember my grandfathers’ voices, although not really. I think I can hear my grandpa Conrad’s Donald Duck’s quacking thing. But for the most part, they’re lost.