Pearls Before Breakfast

Oh my word. Love-LOVED this article. Stumbled on it randomly and was dying to share it with anyone who might appreciate it...which is one of the beautiful things about blogging. By posting something on the internet, you can share it with everyone – or possibly no one.

This appealed to so many of the things tucked away in the corners of my soul – love of music and acknowledgment of its divine attributes, appreciation for a sophisticated use of language to clearly articulate an enduring principle, and a longing for increased attention to refinery and reverence in everyday life.

It intrigues me – the thought of a master standing amidst a crowd of unsuspecting passersby who do not have ears to hear – so focused on what they think is important that they miss the eternally significant. (Why does this scenario sound so familiar?) As I read, the question came: Which of the wanderers am I? The one who is stirred enough by the 'soul speak' to pause and take note or the one who moves on unawares, too busy to be bothered? And more than that: Do I actively "seek after" the things that really are "virtuous, lovely or of good report or praiseworthy" so that I more readily recognize them, or do I merely trip over them if they happen to make their way onto my path and curse the obstruction to my narrow view?

Read it: Pearls Before Breakfast. You won't be disappointed.

Where Chelsea and Santa Monica Intersect

Whatever. This place is amazing. Finally made it out the other day to take some pictures - now that I've been here over a year.

I’m in awe of the ocean every day. Makes me feel small somehow. On the edge of the world, an entire continent at my back. “And then the water reached the west coast, and took the power lines....”