The Little Blacque Blog

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Monday, January 10, 2011

Who Says

Don't judge me because this is John Mayer, I happen to love him. This song makes me happy.

Your cold mornings are filled with the heartache about the fact that although we are not at ease in this world, it is all we have, that it is ours but it is full of strife, so that all we can call our own is strife; but even that is better than nothing at all isn't it? And as you split frost-laced wood with numb hands, rejoice that your uncertainty is God's will and His grace toward you and that that is beautiful, and part of a greater certainty, as your own father always said in his sermons and to you at home. And as the axe bites into the wood, be comforted in the fact that the ache in your heart and the confusion in your soul means that you are still alive, still human, and still open to the beauty of the world, even though you have done nothing to deserve it. And when you resent the ache in your heart, remember: You will be dead and buried soon enough.

My favorite passage from Tinkers written by the talented Paul Harding. Go find yourself a copy. Now.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

I'll see you When I see You.

   The first time I saw him it was a Monday in January and he was sitting beside the pool at the Travellodge off sunset with a black and white book in his hand and his face in the sky with a broad smile every time the sun came through the clouds. He was wearing this soft blue shirt that made him seem pretty and approachable. I watched him for awhile before climbing over the low metal fence. He seemed to be thinking a lot or on someone there was a lot to be thought about because he didn't notice I was there. When he did finally notice he looked over his shoulder and squinted into the sunlight but smiled at me. It was so natural, as if he had been expecting me. I was plugged right into the conversation he was already having with himself.
    "Have you ever noticed that when you watch someone leave you can feel whether or not it is going to be the last time you see them."
    "I don't see how you could know that," I said.
    "Then you've never seen someone leave like that."
    He looked down at his book like he had forgotten he was reading it, or even holding it. I tried to imagine his whole life and whomever it was he had just said goodbye to and why of all the places in the world he was sitting at the pool at the Travelodge. The motel still had their colored Christmas light up around the awning of the rooms, I couldn't decide if it was adding or detracting to the decour of the establishment and the feel of the evening or even this conversation. Made me feel we were in a different time and place entirely lightyears or just years away from east hollywood. If it's possible to look both defeated and hopeful at the same time, he did.

Black and White but fun all over.

Ricky Tucker and Laura on the beach in Venice in the middle of an incredibly interesting week spent in east and west hollywood. I wish they turned out better, but I think there will be more on the next roll..

Laura in Venice on a lovely of all lovely days. Of many many things that I learned in this time space was that everything is just going to happen. I will now adopt the No Plan Plan.