Thursday, June 29, 2006

What is it that has me working so hard for the national release of this film, jumping off bridges. I sit at this computer, find the numbers, make the phone calls, write the letters, send the mailers, emails, emails, emails and just pound it out. It’s not that I don’t enjoy it. I do, I like doing this. But why am I working so hard at it. I can think of a lot of reasons, and all of them are real and very good. But not one of them is the best reason. Even combined it would not be enough to push me this much.

Kat and Stacy asked me a while ago, why am I doing this and what do I want from them. I told them I wanted to learn. Which is definitely one of the biggest reasons. And of course they were totally cool with that. But still it isn’t the complete reason.

All I can think of, is that it’s a feeling. I don’t know where I’m going with all of this, but something tells me it’s a good place. And that is something I do believe.

Sunday, June 25, 2006


~Saw this one from way back and felt like putting it out here again.~

It doesn't happen very often these days, but lately (especially in the summer) I've been homesick for my old stomping ground. The place of my youth was wild in nature and people.
It was a small town with miles of thick Florida woods and swamps. There were alligators, snakes, mosquitoes, blackberry bushes and dragon flies the size of my hand. Thick clumps of Spanish moss draped across the greenish limbs of massive 600 year old oak trees. In the early evening, fireflies would put on a spectacular show of blinking constellations. After hot days, heat lightening (lightening but without any thunder) would light up the night. It was an enormous flash of greenish light that would sear the image of whatever you were looking at into your eyes. It would take a moment for your eyes to adjust back to the dark when, another flash would blanket the area, again stamping an eerie motionless image of the back yard in your mind.
The people of this town were reflected the landscape. There were long haired hippies that would be happy to include me in their music circle and let me sing along. I would ride over to the university and enjoy the Hari Krishnas dancing on the plaza and laugh at the students streaking down University avenue. There was Wild Man Paul who I loved a million times over and from the eyes of a child, never realized he was injured.
I don’t want to go back though. It’s different. The wildness is gone, and in its place is subdivisions. I guess the same can be said for me.

Thursday, June 22, 2006


----I wrote this around this time, last year. I could have written it today.----

What is it about Summertime, that makes me long for the past.

I find myself drawn to water. Not just to the pool for a swim, but I mean big water. To stand at the oceans’ edge and feel the Atlantic rush up to my knees and drag my feet down into the soft sand as the waves rolled back in its gathering-up motion.

Drawn to walk with my brothers to go night fishing off the bridges. Bridges dotted with poor folks who spoke with sharp, crackly southern accents, and sat on their coolers, chilling a six pack or two. Fish guts and old shrimp always sticking to your shoes. Folks always willing to show you their catch or offer ideas on the best bait.

I feel drawn to go out with my father on his boat. To feel the thrill of a new adventure as we pulled away from the boat slip. To sit on the bow and scan the shallows while we navigated during low tide. To swim with the manatee, to catch a sea snake or puffer fish or who knows what. To see sharks circle the boat. To be so far out you can’t see land or anybody else, but the dolphins who came to play or the Frigate birds gliding so high they would disappear from sight.

I would give anything to see my father strong and at the helm again, so that I could watch him as looked out upon the water. So I could look at his wonderful face and for just a little while longer, wonder at what he was thinking.

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Beach time

This week a few of my girlfriends and I took the kids and headed to the beach. I've known these friends for years, and we've been watching our kids grow up together. And our kids are very good friends with each other if not, in several cases, best friends. A friend of mine thought our children play differently with each other, than they do with friends from school, because they've known each other since they were babies. After watching them play together on the beach, I have to agree. There seems to be a comfortableness with each other, a protectiveness with each other, an old type of friendship, but in a very young person.

Kids are life, over and over again.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

suicide awareness

I'm working on a project about suicide awareness. I'm finding out more about this topic than I have ever really wanted. Not just statistics, but peoples stories. It seems everyone has a story. Usually a silent story that comes out with a bit of digging, but all are powerful and raw. With every story, I am touched and moved and cry. Not just for the people who complete a suicide, but for the families left behind. When a person, takes their life, they are really taking it away from those who love them. What is left is the shattered remains of others. It is devastation in every sense of the word.

Monday, June 05, 2006

I look at my kids and wonder what did I do before I had them. What did I do with all that time. I can only conclude I must have been a very selfish person and probably only thought of myself. Well, at least until I got married. Then I probably only thought about "us." But really...

Thursday, June 01, 2006

the slab

When I first heard about The Slab, I thought it was a piece of meat or something, but it's really a place in the Texas hill country where a river flows over a huge piece of granite (hence the name - slab) Lo and I piled the kids in the van and went on a road trip to check it out and I am happy to report, we had a blast. It's not run by anybody, it just sort of exists. And the kids played on the areas where the rock has been formed over thousands of years, by the forces of nature, into smooth water shoots and slides. My kids, wondrous new life on this planet and the ancient, weathered granite. Gave me pause.