Wednesday, September 30, 2009
~Feeling like an overloading circuit probably best describes this moment. I am the impulsive 2nd grader with a crayon and a HUGE coloring book that I cannot get my partially greasy hands on. Ideas zoom through my awake mind like the crazy cars from Mississippi, on their way into Memphis. It seems very normal to race at the first thing in my brain and paint it or draw it or sing it but I must first consult the one who created me.