I'm gonna have to mull over this one for a while...
Simon you said one thing but you wrote something different. She said something but you wrote anoughter. Artist are the most unique people in the world with special gifts that you give to the world. Small things often escape us all, but theese are the most important people in your life. Only you know why. Is this a cry for needing the stablity she offers you. Im most fimiular with theese type things in Musicians ive known and loved you are in that same catagory of artist. Dependant on the people closest to you to cover and keep up with the world while your brain is off being creative. If its a mistake she knows why. Communication is the only salvation in the world. Next to forgivness.
That piece of film as an absolute gem. For the record, my parents never locked the house once the entire time I was growing up. And I've done the same, in a city with real crime rates, in a suburb where there's lots of stuff in the houses to steal. I have a feeling my kids will grow up to do the same. It was never a decision, it's just the way we live, and in some strange way I think it has made my kids feel safer in the world, and not the reverse. But of course that wasn't the point of your post.I'm very glad you end with "stuff happens."
you make me want to be a better person... you are truly an amazing guy.
Hmmm... Interesting how wind seems a theme with you. A destructive or invading force. Perhaps the door left ajar (a simple, common, and uneventful occurrence) carries weight for other reasons. The Wind, the ominous character that was clawing your windows and pulling your house apart, is now literally opening your doors and metaphorically leaving your family vulnerable. Who, or what, is the Wind? Guilt plays funny games with us... no?The mother of the monkeys feels no distress. She does not feel vulnerable to the Wind. The monkeys slept while the Wind tore the house apart. Take solace in that. This storm too, shall pass. A powerful poem, my friend.
Yep, Stuff happens. You know that. She knows that. I may be wrong, but I think you already discovered that the bottomline here seems to be how to maintain channels of communication that say 'I care', 'I love you', 'I'm sorry' without being misconstrued in any way. Well, choose to express yourself as beautifully as you do with yourself, with 'us'. She will see you in the same beautiful light we--your cheering section--do. Your narrative is sooo addictive.
Honest mistakes get honest forgivness. We're here walking with you.
your creativity is amazing... and your honesty even more.
I'm with Adam.
Fascinating. As always, your ability to be creative and yet share your life with others the way you have is ...I am struggling to find the best word to describe it... encouraging.There is always something to be learned in life, even with what we see as mistakes; yet the greater thing than that is the ability to forgive one's self. That is even stronger than the Wind, and can divert its power to some useful end.
Please be sure to forgive yourself as she forgave you. With the caveat of not making the same mistake in the future.When I was 17 or 18, I visited my cousin after her second son was born. They had a pool in the backyard. At one point everyone but me and the baby had gone back into the house. Then I got up and went in to use the bathroom, leaving the baby alone by the side of the pool.Nothing happened, thank God, but I learned and now I am alert whenever I am around my nephews, or any children for that matter. And my cousin forgave me.Beautiful video. You are a true artist.And I really like the haircut.
Wow. I was completely moved by this post. Your video work was really amazing... the rain falling, the sound of traffic in the background... the words juxtaposed with the images. Very powerful. Thank you for sharing this with us!!!
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