tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post5642528088621458854..comments2024-02-14T03:19:28.395-05:00Comments on Vagabond Journeys: Fiddle SticksDBhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09144446186279708019noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-78647951818937938882011-05-15T22:35:30.283-04:002011-05-15T22:35:30.283-04:00Sometimes I almost feel guilty because I no longer...Sometimes I almost feel guilty because I no longer play music and I have never been an artist, a performer, a poet or an author. Just not my niche in life I suppose. I cannot relate to the emotions and realities behind these artistic endeavors, however I realize that although I was not put on this earth to be any kind of an artist, then I must be here for different reasons.pacifica62https://www.blogger.com/profile/03433535460716644295noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2136983861650322458.post-13585003333840659212011-05-15T12:34:37.560-04:002011-05-15T12:34:37.560-04:00It is there in the gap that the work and creativit...It is there in the gap that the work and creativity lies. That is why people can be found staring into the space where they alone can find the bridges where conception meets reality and becomes achievement.<br /><br />Or so the Germans would have us believe...Big Mark 243https://www.blogger.com/profile/10974573439218884164noreply@blogger.com