I love writing but I hate starting. The page is awfully white and it says, “You may have fooled some of the people some of the time but those days are over, giftless. I’m not your agent and I’m not your mommy, I’m a white piece of paper, you wanna dance with me?” and I really, really don’t. I don’t want any trouble. I’ll go peaceable-like.
A solo acoustic rendition of Jackson Browne’s soft-rock classic. There’s something about this song that is absolutely gut-wrenching but also uplifting; a perfect balance of hope and melancholy. Love it.
Our faith should be expressed in working toward a better planet for our children and not the selfish, juvenile hope for a better afterlife for ourselves. I don’t think anyone is going to Hell because it only exists in the minds of people who wish ill-will on others.
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Cooks are givers, and rats are takers. In the larger world there are people who are givers and people who are takers. Cooking, feeding people, is a giving act. All art at its best is a giving act that continues to give as long as the art is consumed. As with a cook, you’re handing it over to someone to enjoy.