Believe

Hi,


A month has vanished, water down the drain. I am different. Its just that you cant always tell that a mountain is getting taller. My gas brain continues to plague me. However, it's bite doesn't have the intensity as it use to. I and friends backpacked in the Grand Canyon three weeks back. Words sometimes are like feelings, hard to describe the depth of beauty in the big hole, hard to describe love for a child.

Taking a chance, taking a risk is not the hard part. The hard part is believing you deserve the chance to be successful . The hard part is coming to believe that your art deserves its chance to move someones soul. In the meantime, there you are, facing yourself in the mirror each day. Dreams are like eyes. They give us the chance to look into the future. Dreams can pick us up after failure. They can keep us on track when we have fallen out of the saddle. But dreams do not have the legs, the endurence to get us from here to there. We need more. We need to believe in what our soul believes in. Then we need the drive, the madness, the passion, the practice and the patience. Art without action is noise. Action, sustained effort, the energy, the blood, the sweat the tears, year after year is what dreams, art ask of us. To believe and to run down the dream and capture what your soul has been saying to you for years. You can do it if you want to. You can.

ken