Somewhere between then and now, I’m sitting in a familiar stillness. One I’ve experienced more than I can count. One that tests my patience and my faith, my insecurities and my “plans”. This morning a friend and I went to Runyon Canyon and he said “If my well is not full, how can I share?”, I sat with that for a moment. Then I asked myself “Do I live up to all I ask of others? And if their well runs low, do I judge or do I sympathize? How does my well look?”. I’ve spent this month so far thinking of everyone & everything that has ever provoked a moment of inspiration in me. Filling my well little by little. With all the darkness the world has to give, it feels good when the light peeks thru. #nowplaying Scalisi “Four dollars to my name”