I Read once that there is a type of person who because they travel or move about often they develop some sort of hybrid culture.  I haven't been thinking so much about this mixed culture, but the effect it has.  The second part of the commentary suggested that the traveler's happiest time was in moments of transition, change, and flux.  Yesterday while careening down I-70 toward a friend's rock n' roll retreat center I realized I am that type of person. 

Moving to Columbus has been an interesting idea to explain.  On a simple level, I need to learn to love the stationary time.  The first weeks are always fun and simple.  No expectations and everyone is still glad to see you.  Somewhere I learned to love being the "new guy".  Now I need a home. 

Ride the  Curve

The apostle John writes that when John the Baptist saw Christ, he exclaimed "Behold! The Lamb of God, who takes away the sin of the World!"  It would seem in that moment John pierced the world we see everyday.  Perhaps he was distracted and then as if Jesus manifested before him, he understood.  John didn't just see the physical Jesus that looked back at him, but the true constitution of the Christ.  This glimpse wasn't momentary or fleeting, this was Christ in Kairos.  Preceeding this vision, was the expectation.  John felt something coming about. 

I have a few feelings.  I'm convinced I might just prevent them, but I pray they come with all the transperency that Christ's light brings to all of us.  Pray that we don't crave the darkness.

almost home from Spain.  I suppose I should have said more when I had the chance, but I have to say I met quite a few interesting people.  Former Herman´s Hermits, Spainish Pop Stars, great kids, and better landscapes.  Then of course there are all the things I was really impressed by.  But their not so easy to describe.  I suppose you´ll have to sit down with me for that one. 

I´m gettin tired of walking up every floor.

I´m gettin tired of walking up anymore.

But there´s a hope now and there wasn´t before.

I got no money and I got no time.

I fall down every mountain I try to climb.

But peace of heart is better than peace of mind.

you take one look at me and you want to walk.

Cause there´s no good in me and I shouldn´t talk.

but I´ve got everything though nothing at all.

I wasn´t looking for what it was I found.

Myself standing on some holy ground.

I couldn´t stand it and I had to sit down.

I´ve got a bottom line...

oh yea

I suppose this could be my treatise on Art. 

I believe that art has value in itself.  I'm afraid that one day Art would be reduced to what it says or what we can take from it.  I know that beyond meaning and message, there is value in ability, in artistic integrity, in vision and revelation.  There is more to a work than what I can understand to it.  I must continue to realize that the human experience is in fact an expression of art.  It has inherent value simply because it is an extension of ourselves.  The resonance of art speaks, therefore it is.

well a rough draft at least,

phil