Hope.

I never realized how much I love this movie, It's allusions to light and dark, freedom and confinement, life vs. death, the even idea that hope can carry you through 19 years of being in a cage, It's one of those movies you leave, feeling like a better human being, without really knowing why, its just a feeling you can't shake and frankly, you don't want too.

Red: [narrating] I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't want to know. Some things are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful, it can't be expressed in words, and makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a gray place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made those walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free.

Andy Dufresne: That's the beauty of music. They can't get that from you... Haven't you ever felt that way about music?

Red: I played a mean harmonica as a younger man. Lost interest in it though. Didn't make much sense in here.

Andy Dufresne: Here's where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don't forget.

Red: Forget?

Andy Dufresne: Forget that... there are places in this world that aren't made out of stone. That there's something inside... that they can't get to, that they can't touch. That's yours.

Red: What're you talking about?

Andy Dufresne: Hope.

"A Fond Farewell"

Oh, Elliott, my beloved Elliott Smith, if only you could realize your impact, its been 5 long years, today, without your honest beauty and soft voice, 5 years of hoping that you've finally found the happiness that so eluded you in life, I could never explain in words how you've affected me, and I wouldn't even dare try, because the words could never give the feeling justice, I owe you so much more than I can even express. You are truly one of the only people that understood the artist value of your words and you never forgot that, your music captivated an entire generation, held it, and it wouldn't let it go, unfortunately for us we will no longer get the chance to be in your presence, and share your wisdom. You knew the real world and you wrote fairly and bluntly, you sugarcoated nothing, and let your listeners decide for themselves the meaning of your words, you gave everyone a chance to be involved in your life, and your heart was big, you actually cared, even when it became to hard to care about yourself, you have a wonderful soul, and it puts shame to others. While I write this, I listen to your music, your words, your beautiful melodies with the gentle picking of your fingers on the strings, and it brings a tear to my eye, not because I'm sad, but because I want to thank you, sincerely, from the bottom of my heart and with every emotion I'm able to muster for being you, and for being honest, and for being there.

Hey, Elliott "I'm never gonna know you now, but I'm gonna love you anyhow"

xo

Oh, The Happenings Late At Night

So today has been off, to put it vaguely, I woke up in a mood, indescribable by nature and I couldn't seem to shake the feeling, I've literally been on the computer all day, working and writing, maybe an hour or so ago, I decided to leave, take a drive because that always helps me, I put on a good Led Zeppelin album and drive for hours, thinking, talking to myself (and It's not just talking to myself in my head, oh no, I get the big show going for the drivers around me.) Of course to add on to the already strange, tiring day, someone hits my beloved jeep, Kurt.
Out of nowhere, BOOM, someone, who I figured at the time doesn't seem to get the idea of looking before merging (am I the only one that checks my blind spot!?) and at this point I figure the entire side of my vehicle is gone, practically annihilated. We pull over, get out, exchange awkward, "this is really weird, I'm sorry, blah blah blah" talk and I look at the side of my car, nothing! not even a scratch it was the strangest thing, I was hit pretty hard, and for melodramatics here, I thought I could be dead for all I know, I saw my life flash before my very eyes! But no, there was nothing, lucky I guess, strange? most definitely.
It was really hard to be mad too, when it happens you just want to get out and wreak hell upon the person who dare try to disturb your peace but I couldn't, she was a really nice, kindly grandmother type person who went on to explain that her father-in-law was dying and she was only in town for a little while to see him before he dies (you cant make this stuff up) and she was really really really really sorry, the one chance I get to be mad at someone and I couldn't. My Karma is beyond any doubt a bitch.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SEAGAL

This is my look-a-like Steve Seagal, uncle drake, and its his birthday today
I LOVE YOU DRAKE!


What you don't see, is his hair in a ponytail, no joke.

Are You There World?

It's me, Cami
and I will blog, oh yes,
I will blog my little heart out,
I can see now, that there will be many sleepless nights, followed by angry typing, ideas racing, thesaurus using, and tired fingers, and I wouldn't have it any other way. As the great writer and poet Antoine de Saint-Exupery said, and as my blog title explains "I know but one freedom, and that is the freedom of the mind. " and I fully intend on using that freedom which was so generously bestowed upon me.