‘But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice remarked.
’Oh you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
’How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
’You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have come here.’
— Lewis Carroll

For my daughter's first birthday I threw her an Alice in Wonderland party.  Not because it would be whimsical or lovely, but because she's mad.  And she's mad because I'm mad.  I'm mad because my mom's mad.  We're fiery, stubborn and spunky creatures.

We're creatives.  Throughout history you will find that madness lies within the souls of artists.  And all of us are artists.  Some of us don't think we are.  Some of us don't believe we are.  Some ridicule the artistic desires inside of them.  

Art isn't only for the eclectic, but for the linear too.  Art is for everyone, inside everyone.  We have the capability to create through word, through relationship, through desire, through coffee, through story, through the quiet moments of the day.  

We ride high.  We ride low.  We are all mad.  Some of us wear it on our sleeve, some hide it deep inside.  We wake up, put our face on and walk out into the world.  We are judged.  We are put into boxes.  We are sorted and counted and pushed onto conveyor belts.

It’s the movies that have really been running things in America ever since they were invented. They show you what to do, how to do it, when to do it, how to feel about it, and how to look how you feel about it.
— Andy Warhol

But what if in the fog, we wake up?  

What if we did the things we were created to do?  

What if we moved mountains?  

What if we stopped.  

What if we re-evaluated our health and happiness?  

What if we took a risk?  

What if we traveled to that country and met it face to face?

What would our lives look like then?  


If we embraced the madness?

I believe that beauty comes at a price.  

I guess the question is whether we're ready to pay that price.

I think we forget that "a bed of roses" conceals the thorns underneath them.  

Is it worth it?

Is the pain worth it?

I think so.  


We have no time to waste.

Our lives are but a wisp of smoke in the wind.

What the hell are we waiting for?

Can we please dive.

Can we please do this.

We have to.

But what is it?  

I don't know.

Only you know what it is.

Lost time is never found again.
— Benjamin Franklin

Artists, sometimes you need to read a "children's book," one filled with beautiful images.  Josh bought Emma & I "Her Idea" by Rilla when he knew I needed it the most.  Open it up and see.

Writers, Mary Pipher is one of my heroes.  She's a Therapist.  A Writer.  A Speaker.  But really, she's a World Changer.  I love her dearly.  Buy all of her books.  You won't regret it.