Own Path

"Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst." 1 Timothy 1:15

The evil Gargamel and his long suffering feline sidekick have invaded New York City. While there are no three apple tall blue Smurfs sweeping out their Mushroom houses and speaking in a Smurfy dialect, there are indeed a boatload of crazies running amok in the streets. Today, I was one of them. Columbia Pictures has thrown its hat into the CGI/3D mix and come up with The Smurf Movie. Ahh, it was bound to happen.

La, La, La la la la.... With over 100 Smurfs inhabiting Smurf village...that Smurfette is one lucky gal.

An adorable life coach on set gently inquired about my writing habits and asked if I ever thought of carrying a recorder.

A roar came from deep inside bringing a resounding negative under toned wow...

This wow was affirmed on the heated cavernous dance floor with the statement from my could be adversary saying "concision brings readership."

My stream of consciousness is LONG...

But a marketable blog should be brief.

I don't judge my fellow background nudgers who want a piece of Smurf pie fame.

I don't turn my nose up at the nose candy sniffers who dance the night away beside me.

I am thankful I can come to His throne and give thanks for His constant Love.

It's 4 AM in Manhattan.

Should I say more?

Puff of Smoke

"All go unto one place; all are of the dust, and all turn to dust again." Ecclesiastes 3:20

" Unless you are a multi-millionaire client, you can't afford us. It's just not worth our service or our time."

These words spoken from my employer reverberated off my eardrums as I hopped a cab, called a messenger, chased the 34th street crosstown bus, mailed a 15K check, made a meeting, signed architects documents, apologized profusely, banged my head and sweat the small stuff to the inth degree...

Then I meditated on the absolute insignificant foolishness of all of it.

Now tell me again.. how important is it?

Onward and Upward

"Not that we are competent in ourselves to claim anything for ourselves, but our competence comes from God.He has made us competent as ministers of a new covenant--"
2 Corinthians 3:5-6

It's official. Despite the new permit fee Bloomberg has put in bitter place which affects all who want to shoot, film, or tape with Gotham as a background, production houses are turning their high budget noses up at $300 and moving their crews in tightly with the rest of us...
With six movies and over 15 television shows actively shooting in New York, there is plenty of work to spread around.


About the same time I was rejoicing in my two day booking on Kate Winslet's period piece,
someone (jaded) sent me an article about the pitfalls of background work.
After reading, I ruminated on the joykill.
Sure it is a catch-all for actors going up and or coming down. It gives perspective on the wild and unruly business. Extra work facilitates me making solid if not certifiable connections.
It's aided in my squeaking by on paying my bills and served as discovery of me and who I want to be if I grow up.
But, what stood out in the queasy belly provoking article was this quote from the writer Scott Powers "Actors should view extra work as a beginning,but not be trapped by it." It takes someone very brave to have the guts to know when to start turning it down and move on and making the next step happen."


So my next three auditions go something like this here...


Robin: early 30's. Extremely skinny and neurotic. She's a food writer at one of the biggest magazines in New York. Exercise junkie. Married to George.


Sherry: late 30s; Sort of pretty and seemingly out of place at a stake out. Red Sox Fan.


Mother: Buttoned-down, all-American, naive 30s-40s


How much range of motion do you have in your comfort zone?

Starstruck

"The LORD is my strength and my shield; my heart trusts in him, and I am helped. My heart leaps for joy and I will give thanks to him in song." Psalm 28:7

I Love New York...

Reason Number 202:

Tribeca Film Festival's red carpet and an intimate question and answer session with legend Robert Duvall, stellar Sissy Spacek, and my favorite Bill Murray after the directional debut of Get Low.

The full moon shone brightly on my plastered smile tonight.

Better get em' while they last.

www.tribecafilm.com

In New York, everyone is a critic...can't you see why they're spoiled too?

White Collar

“Therefore he is able to save completely those who come to God through him, because he always lives to intercede for them.”- Hebrews 7:25

Just a thought I had interviewing a crooked politician on a finely polished USA Network Show in the pouring rain...

If there are any Americans out there who do not know the definition of filibuster, they will by the end of this term...

While it will blindingly difficult to see it inspires compromise, there will be those far left leaning who will stomp their feet whining words like unfair and unconstitutional.

But wouldn't it behoove all of us to conceptualize why the right is "pirating" these constant overhaul votes?

Surely no one's mind is so small as to believe there is a vendetta against our President, but that just maybe all of this reform is a bloody waste of time.

Red Tape does not change the hearts of men and women.

These party hardy frat boys will continue to order high priced scotch, splurge on decadent dinners, let the drawn butter drip down their greasy chins, and expect Joe Public to foot the bill.

This is called Greed. And even if he thinks he is God, he can't stop that destructive and all consuming freight train.

Can you guess Who can?

Eternity

"You, my brothers, were called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge the sinful nature; rather, serve one another in love. Galatians 5:13

My pastor started this morning's sermon with a script from a non-belieiving wild and genius playwright Oscar Wilde.

The gist.

If you aren't willing to shout your night before actions from the rooftops..don't commit them in the first place....

Are you living in the moment with no consequences of tomorrow?

The Things They Sacrifice-The NY Saga

"Better is one day in your courts than a thousand elsewhere; I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my God than dwell in the tents of the wicked." Psalm 84:10

It is an ugly city, a dirty city. Its climate is a scandal. Its politics are used to frighten children. Its traffic is madness. Its competition is murderous. But there is one thing about it-once you have lived in New York and it has become your home, no other place is good enough.
- John Steinbeck

Sandwiched between an East River Run and spontaneous alfresco Alphabet City draughts....
I went House Hunting.

The Hunt. To be taken literally in Manhattan.

You are nervously alert, out for the kill before the hungry savage close on your heels can point their gun and pull the trigger; Fighting for that choice Ten Pointer between 2nd and A, not East of B and certainly not north of 14th. And if you hesitate for a second, the prize has gone to the swifter hand.

It's 500 square feet with lots of light for $2000 a month season and the early bird catches the worm.

If man can live in Manhattan, he can live anywhere.
- Arthur C. Clarke

Would you...could you?

Head Meet Wall

"From the fruit of his lips a man is filled with good things as surely as the work of his hands rewards him."Proverbs 12:14

“Do not waste yourself in rejection; do not bark against the bad, but chant the beauty of the good” Ralph Waldo Emerson

Billy Joel once said he wished he was less of a thinking man and more of a fool who could take rejection...Oh how I empathize with his sentiment.

I am an over thinker, over actor, and hellbent on being a New York overachiever.

Listening to the transcendental positive poet and the beautifully shaped jazz hand dancer who told me to keep the faith tonight before leaping off into the night air...

So. I'm rejoicing in enthusiasm with my three auditions this week.

And putting the fruitless aspect behind me.

To answer your question...No, they didn't call back.

But will they?

Do As I Say..Not As I Do

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? Luke 6:41

The streets are eerily quiet. No delivery truck has passed in hours. The can collector with his jam box fastened to his shopping cart has the volume at a dull roar. And the distant humming of helicopters hovering begins to make its way to full blown overhead noise...

President OBama is making another NYC appearance at Cooper Union today three short blocks away...

Having seen more than enough of my share of him, I hesitantly stroll over to watch the madness unfold. There on Third Avenue behind the sterile barricades, with secret service trucks lined up outside McSorley's Pub and NYPD's finest scouring the rooftops, I witness one million dollars of press hungry pomp and circumstance go by with his south paw waving inside the motorcade. And shamefully wished I wouldn't have taken the time...

If there is no dividing line between Main Street and Wall Street Mr. President, then cut government spending....starting with the 500 motorcycle cops leading your own pompous brigade.

Don't you just want to scream Hypocrisy?

Name Dropping

"Thanks be to God for his indescribable gift!" 2 Corinthians 2:15

"Operator. Information. Get me Jesus on the Line..."

If I were a concise writer, I could package today's insanity at the end of the exhausting day in a pretty little profound paragraph. Instead I will thank the Lord for the part time job I often curse as television and film aren't blowing up my telephone in yearning and that I was not one of the drug dealers up against the wall spread eagle getting pervertedly searched by the young Latino undercover cops at rush hour tonight.

The building strike, the terrorist drill, the character assassination, the cabbie riding the brake, the 2 for 1 Pinot Grigio on a rainy night, the classic theater actor dumbing down my pursuits, and the sobs coming from this mouth in the corner of a subway car after New York Mag's Salinger article broke me down and brought me back home all got me here...but without much more to give...

So, I will sing a song showing praise to the highest in affirmation that yes, it is indeed who I know that will propel me into the fast lane on the path I want to tread. I will not sacrifice who I am or what I believe to play a silly networking game of where can you get me?

"From the highest of heights to the depths of the sea
Creation's revealing Your majesty
From the colors of fall to the fragrance of spring
Every creature unique in the song that it sings
All exclaiming

Indescribable, uncontainable,
You placed the stars in the sky and You know them by name.
You are amazing God
All powerful, untameable,
Awestruck we fall to our knees as we humbly proclaim
You are amazing God..." CT

He is an Amazing God.

The only Reason I am able to follow my dream...

Still Networking?

Got Spark?

"Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free." John 8:32

Don't you just love when people see you through the bottom of their empty wine glass and decide to tell you their observation of your human behavior and personality characteristics?

I do...and now I'm recovering from the shock.

You know what the bottle of white wine told me this afternoon?

I am a fiery meticulous Type A, rigid micro manager, full of ambition and energy who dominates other temperaments. I am left minded, only thinking linear and have a hard time understanding creative minds. I am logical, organized, and outspoken...so much that people fear me and my reactions.

And that's why I'm great as her assistant and will succeed in this town.

If ever I needed to celebrate 420, it's on this balmy New York night.

Holiday Haze...

Do you view you the way others do?

Conditions Are Good

"In everything he did he had great success, because the LORD was with him."

1 Samuel 18:14

I press my forehead up against the glass and watch the Hare Krishna's leaping and chanting their sixteen word mantra, gleefully forcing their literature on cab drivers up and down St. Mark's, and I say out loud.."Why would I ever leave here?"

Not even running smack dab into the pea brained tourist men coming out of Hard Rock Cafe in Times Square, referring to the Hasidic with the microphone and muttering under their breath about the Jew News could break my stride as I've caught the Manhattan wave again...

After flipping through binders full of generic commercial copy, along the likes of:

I sweat so I choose Ban...3 out of 4 doctors say Advil cures my aches... Look at my Bright Whites, Tide did it again, I settled on a not so conventional script of an excitable possibly neurotic women seductively describing the taste of Columbo Yogurt.

And do you know what the Casting Director said...?

"Great part for your personality; You nailed it. Let's see what comes up for you."

And in the same breath she told me the less I care, the better I will do...

So I'm turning my palms up, giving it to God, and taking this one all the way in to crash on the shore.

"Unless you're willing to have a go, fail miserably, and have another go, success won't happen." Phillip Adams

Who's with me?

**Then it dawned on me, the makeshift campers at JFK sure would like to leave this grand city.

Still Afloat

"And we pray this in order that you may live a life worthy of the Lord and may please him in every way: bearing fruit in every good work, growing in the knowledge of God, being strengthened with all power according to his glorious might so that you may have great endurance and patience, and joyfully giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in the kingdom of light." Colossians 1:10-12

Rerouted on my own block by two baby faced production assistants shielding the models from the wind...I prayed these above words regarding my soon to set sail "career."

While wearing a wide brim hat with a silk black band worthy of fame, conspicuously drinking a chilled French white at the Parisian bar, my girlfriend asked me what I have planned this week. A short effectual pause followed.

It was 3:30 on a Sunday afternoon and at that moment, my answer was nada.

This is the nature of the beast we call, The Industry.

But as my fellow pirate JB says, Come Monday, it will be all right.

There are eight AFTRA Union shows shooting in New York right now, multiple films, and countless commercials. My grand plan and promise is to have a visual and audible presence in a few of them come this sweaty city summer...so help my unstructured, non routine, fly by the seat of my pants ever changing life.

"The rarest thing in this business is...a steady job."

This coming from a Shakespeare Theater actor, Academy Award nominee turned leading man, and SIXTEEN year television veteran Sam Waterson, who said acting isn't working, just long hours of fun. This seemingly endless fun earned him a star on the Hollywood Hall of Fame this year.

And is my number one driving source for making Manhattan mine.

"The person who gets the farthest is generally the one who is willing to do and dare. The sure-thing boat never gets far from shore." Dale Carnegie

Can you still see land?

Climbing

"My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not slipped." Psalm 17.5

Having Mariska Hargitay tell me I have a hot rocking body made working SVU on a Saturday worth every penny of the $80 and raised me one rung higher on the Wanted list...

Its nice to be acknowledged.

How do you know you're heading in the right direction?

Eat Crow

"In the house of the wise are stores of choice food and oil, but a foolish man devours all he has." Proverbs 21:20

I recently read an article discussing the parallel between a cities food culture and the shape of its people.

New Yorker's stand in line for thick gooey slices of pizza in Brooklyn, the richest Red Velvet Cakes in the Bronx, melt in your mouth indulgent pork belly on the West, and hand rolled sauteed dim sum in the East. They brag they were the first to devour the bacon wrapped foie gras at Daniel or the herbed pomme frittes fried to perfection in duck fat at Minetta.

They are in the front row of celebrity spin class at 5 AM, avid hot Bikram sweaters, and Pilates fanatics. They run meeting to meeting, chasing their dreams with a vengence and shedding their extra pounds in adrenaline angst.

So enough with the comments about my weight. Cease all ridicules you may have. Stop with the, is she starving herself concern. And turn your attention inward.

On an average day, I walk four to five miles a day uphills, steps, and avenues. I attend boot camp and pole dance, run miles for relief, take a healthy dose of half and half in the morning, eat bone marrow,Magnolia's cupcakes, bloody juicy burgers, heaping cheesy bowls of papardelle, and bags of Kettle chips. Light beer does not cross my lips, I split bottles of wine with women with smaller frames than myself and I live life...continuously.

A large majority of my pleasure comes from food and drink. I eat for fuel and for fun.

I am sorry you walk into a garage attached to your kitchen, drive 2 hours in traffic to work,sit at your desk at a job you despise, eat processed protein bars and potato skins and waste an inkling of a calorie on Michelob Ultra, and tell yourself the lies that it tastes good.

Quit telling me what I am too much or too little of and examine yourself.

How about a slice of humble pie?

Hardly Taxing

If you owe taxes, pay taxes; if revenue, then revenue; if respect, then respect; if honor, then honor.”- Romans 13:7

Yeah I've decided I want to be a writer.

Partially because the state of NY owes me based on my W2's plus the lifestyle....

Leave the house at noon and linger over my veggie burger with the sun directly overhead for a two hour lunch discussing the health benefits of micro sprouts and garlic fries while drinking lukewarm water and dreaming of my hot follow up espresso.

All before I walk languidly past the skate park and take a seat on a bench with an unabashed full view of the young long haired T-shirt clad boys who never heard of Vision Street Wear but possess no fear. I'll eventually find my way to the cafe across the street to meet a fellow drifter and sip a frosty Pale Ale in my 20 year old Cashmere V-neck worth more moth holes and memories then the fifty dollars I paid for it.

We'll bounce our theories of space on a time continuum versus living life in a vacuum. He'll chide me for my beliefs and ask me if I want to visit his crystal shop for a little enlightening.

As the sun starts it's descent, I will retreat underground to my favorite Asian body shop and grunt for effect.

Finally, I'll shuffle up the steps of my brownstone in my flip-flops with the New York Post (now old news) under my arm, throw open the fire escape window, and smell the ganja smoke rise from the street as the Puerto Rican in glasses schmoozes the women meter maids below, and put my pen to paper.

Yes, as a published writer living in Manhattan, these are how I will fill my days and my pages.

You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. ~Ray Bradbury

Have you paid your necessary dues?

Left It All Behind...

"From Zion, perfect in beauty, God shines forth." Psalm 50:2

Pay no attention to the enduring crease in my forehead as it is deceiving...I did manage to relax for a moment or two.

I'm in a New York State of Mind whether I'm ready or not.

Could you handle the grit and the grind?

SCREAMING

"Therefore I am all the more eager to send him, so that when you see him again you may be glad and I may have less anxiety." Philippians 2:28

Ah there are days in my quasi adult life when I holler, Lord Hurry. Come.

Spirit Airlines managed to perform two detrimental assaults on me during my 12 hour travel day yesterday in my delayed swoop ,one by dissolving any shred of relaxation I may have experienced by closing the door on a Caribbean cottage on the hill and driving away with peace, and two, made any glimmer of chance of having a baby in the near future a distant gleaming memory. When the cab stopped in front of my 15 year old couch still sitting on my postage stamp of a yard covered in yellow powder for the last eight days, I took a nose dive into our under inflated air mattress and my my daily blog came one step closer to sporadic.

And the angst of it all manages to linger....

Manhattan tonight, whether I'm ready or not.

Do I need to chill the fuck out or what?

I'll Fly Away

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith." 2 Timothy 4:7

Goodbye Aduro.

And then there was one mortgage. And with zero regrets.

Doesn't trimming the fat make for easier travel?

Luffin and Limin

"For whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and for the gospel will save it." Mark 8:35

I've moved the one remaining sun faded, floral wicker chair circa 1986 out onto my barren deck to watch the ocean liners glide by on the horizon and past French Cap at dusk. We've sold two refrigerators, a stove, our bed and a lidded pot with last nights pasta still intact, as the woman wasn't going to let it go to another buyer.

Waving goodbye to the last corroded flat bed truck weighed down with our dining table, mismatched wine glasses, and an old gas can, I am still determined to claim a piece of this tiny, lovable, disfunctional rock.

Here comes the rain.

And the live aboards in Fish Bay find shelter under their Bimini's as the liquid gold to this volcanic isle showers the green hills and brings an intoxicating scent of freshness.

I'm sickly startled at the thought of the contrast to an East Village Avenue.

Regrettably I'm leaving this open air asylum far too soon to an even larger not so warm one we call home....wondering if New York has lost it's luster or I've just run out of steam.

When Buffet so poetically said, "We're all here, cause we're not all there, he was talking about me and the song on my salty lips all day..."Not my will, but Yours be done."

You can't direct the wind, but you CAN adjust your sails....

Are you willing to sacrifice your course for His cause?

Right Now

"Grieve, mourn and wail. Change your laughter to mourning and your joy to gloom."James 4:9

If it is not God's Will, there is no sense in dwelling on the would've, could've, or should'ves.

This is Christianity 101.

Are you living in the could have been past.

Cup Runneth Over

"Moreover, when God gives any man wealth and possessions, and enables him to enjoy them, to accept his lot and be happy in his work—this is a gift of God." Ecclesiastes 5:19

God has blessed me in unimaginable ways. He is my Counselor, Prince of Peace, Mighty God. He saves me, keeps me, and leads my path gone astray back to Him and His embrace.
He is my everlasting Redeemer.

I have treated this gorgeous house on the hill like an evil life sucker instead of feeling honored for the true gift.

As the last islander wanders over my stuff pointing out the memories that will now grace their island home, my heart is heavy laden. The sun sets over the Caribbean and glints off the white caps, usually strangers to Fish Bay, the wind blows through my glass wind chimes, a hummingbird buzzes past my sunset view and I let go and say goodbye.

All with the help of my tall glasses of cold Cruzan Rum.

The jury's still out on better to love and lost than to have ever loved....

Could you give it all up knowing it wasn't yours to start?

Pave Paradise?

"Praise the LORD from the earth, you great sea creatures and all ocean depths." Psalm 148:7

Finding solitude with my head under the cerulean salt water watching the pastel colored Parrot Fish peck at Brain Coral, as swollen bellied, beer swigging white men blare Van Hagaar, while their fake tan, enhanced breasts, suburban trophy wives swat at the sand on their french pedicures with their matching cover-ups, and their overindulgent 2.5 screaming children with fluorescent green noodles take over the once serene coconut palm white beaches of my old island.

Yep, if it's too loud. I'm too old. And dear old St. John ain't the same.

Longing for the salty dogs swilling warm rum, bathing their sun drenched dredlocks in Joy dishwashing liquid on the stern of their 4o foot Schooner's, barking sayings like "Mind the Rudder or Meet the Rock", before they fell asleep to the ocean lapping against their water line under a quiet starry sky.

When did life get so whitewashed?

"But the meek will inherit the land and enjoy great peace." Psalm 27:11

Why Worry?

“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus our Lord.” ~Phillipians 4:6-7

"Take a vacation. A Vacation from my problems. You bet I will." BOB

Taking a page out of my favorite psychosomatic, multi phobic, over eccentric sailor, Bob Wiley's rule book....

After stacking numerous olive green Rubbermaid containers full of my disastrous NC-17 high school letters and well used paperback copies of Franny and Zooey into a dusty storage facility, and bidding another bittersweet farewell to my quiet Bradford Pear lined street with a residual yard sale couch perched in my front yard, I'm embarking on a holiday to ease the deep creases in my face, because it's either a certain bow out or Botox.

This also means taking baby steps to a break from the daily dose of drivel.

Isn't no news, good news?

Risen and Ruling

"In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's Grace." Ephesians 1:7

Regardless of your hat, ham, or hidden eggs, He is Risen. And He is the Lord of heaven and Earth.

This is the day that the Lord has made and these are the lyrics that brought a broken congregation to their feet in tears this delightful Easter morn....

"...Then He raised me to my feet
And as I looked into His eyes.
The love was shining out from Him
Like sunlight from the skies.
Guilt in my confusion disappeared in sweet release.
And every fear I'd ever had,
Just melted into peace..
He's alive, yes He's alive.
I'm forgiven and Heaven'g gates are open wide.
Oh He's alive, He's alive.
Hallelujah He's alive.
He's alive. He's alive. He's alive.

I believe it, that He's alive.
Sweet Jesus."
DF

Happy Ressurection Sunday...

Be Blessed by these words.

http://www.risa.co.uk/sla/song.php?songid=18001

Can you tell I had church?

Truth #2

“Let us fix our eyes on Jesus, the author and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy set before him endured the cross, scorning its shame, and sat down at the right hand of the throne of God.” Hebrews 12:12



Will you surrender?

Good Friday

"Now as Jesus was going up to Jerusalem, he took the twelve disciples aside and said to them, "We are going up to Jerusalem, and the Son of Man will be betrayed to the chief priests and the teachers of the law. They will condemn him to death and will turn him over to the Gentiles to be mocked and flogged and crucified. On the third day he will be raised to life!”-

Matthew 20:17-19

Out at our neighborhood coffee shop with elbow room to spare.

The hardware, grocery, and pharmacy doors didn't give way this morning when I anxiously pulled on the handles at 7:15 this morning. Apparently Atlanta is a city that sleeps.

So my motivation is on hold as I anticipate the die hard yard salers trying to peak past my shoulder to see what I got hiding in my house and how they can scam me out of my possessions.

It is clear I am not in the Northeast anymore, people are looking me in the eyes, smiling, and evangelizing about the Lord every where I go.

Something about buying a dark coffee to nurse my ailing pollen filled sinus and being told to have a blessed day.

I get to freely tell them this back with no backlash:

For Christ died for sins once for all, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. 1 Peter 3:18

Are you thankful for the Cross?

A Dewy New

"Planted in the house of the LORD, they will flourish in the courts of our God. They will still bear fruit in old age,they will stay fresh and green" Psalm 92:13-14

Quiet on a porch the size of my NY abode.

And there's something 'bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I'm gone it won't ever be too long
Till I'm home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin'
There's no place like home and none more pleasin'
Than the Southland in the springtime

In Georgia nights are softer than a whisper
Beneath a quilt somebody's mother made by hand
With the farmland like a tapestry passed down through generations

And the peach trees stitched across the land
There'll be cider up near Helen off the roadside
And boiled peanuts in a bag to warm your fingers
And the smoke from the chimneys meets its maker in the sky
With a song that winter wrote whose melody lingers. IG

And the Bradford Pears, White Cherry Blossoms, Golden Forsythia, and Confederate Jasmine mesmerize your heart and mind leading you back to your roots.

Everyday with every worn out breath this Georgia Pine air is renewing my spirit and leading me back here soon.

April Fools.

SShhh, can you hear the stress melting?