This is me in 2006,wearing spring green,
even though it was Autumn.
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I'm wearing the same belt I wore from my post yesterday, shown here. |
...Colors! I'm so into colors now. I want to eat food that's different colors. I can feel the wind blowing against my face and hear the woods that were mine when I was a kid...
...I took off my shoes and felt the cool green moss on my feet; I smelled the pine needles, the pungent earthy odor of decaying leaves...
...For a moment I stood in alone in a clearing, listening to the muffled silence...
...I've learned that if I shoot an arrow of truth, I must first dip its point in honey...
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My nephew on a Spring day.
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...I've learned the ancient lesson of apology. -OWN IT. It puts out every fire you may have walked through in life...
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My nephew with his dad. |
...People often miss the silver lining because they were expecting gold...
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My nephew in his very cute hair. |
...I've seen the sun go down only to be swallowed by the ocean!
Only to rise again in the morning...
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My nephew with his mom. |
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My nephew with his grandma. |
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My art journal page. |
...But I'm also something more than the rock n-roll junky wh#re who got his foot inside the door. Sure, we're all the sum of our experiences. If you listen to the song I wrote in 1969, "Dream On," you might get a different view. I may have not been quite sure of what I was doing, but I was onto something. Just sayin...from Does The Noise In My Head Bother You? by Steven Tyler