Sunday, May 26, 2013

strawberry stains

I thought it would be really cool this week if I could return a little affection to my community..  since I've been back in Alabama, I've had my soul rocked by the generosity of strangers, the open-hearts of my friends, and the warmth of people genuinely happy to lend me their grace.   I have felt welcomed as a son and a brother.   
I invited my friend Jess to join me for the afternoon, and we took a ride down some beautiful stretches of Alabama back roads to find the juiciest, ripest, most succulent strawberries in the state!    After gorging ourselves on as many berries as we could possibly eat..   we picked a few to bring back with us.      
  I was reminded that often even the simplest and seemingly insignificant efforts can change everything, about a moment, a day, and a life.     I think what we do.. for better or worse.. 
great or small..  echos through the universe long after our thoughts are elsewhere. 
I'm glad to be home for this short while..

Andrew Tipton

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

Tuesday, May 14, 2013


(Ryan McGinley)  
To be in love with ourselves is the boldest undertaking I know of.

To forgo the instinct of personal fear,
and the hesitation that accompanies doubt.. 
To take our sanity forward {yes, as always}, but also our madness.
To know what we are here for,  and not pass it by or shut our eyes.
This is everything / every speck and dusty thought:  colliding.  
This is the transformation,  of a self.  our self.  the self.  
Acknowledging our frailty and despite it, our readiness for belief.
I see
greatness happening,
I feel
 greatness.  here.  now.  happening.
and it is as if everything rests on the shoulders of the dreamers
the ones who know that time is infinite and
that love is a disease - contagious. no such cure.
We are beautiful.  straight ahead.. as our eyes wander
and somehow we both know that nothing else matters.
not our flawed voices, and not our scars.
    This is the root of Alchemy.
To take our wildness and our virtuousness and to obey them both.  

     Andrew Tipton

Sunday, May 12, 2013

speak it up. thirsty

Thank you for sharing my place of sunset,  for teaching me the art of randomness..   for meeting me when I did not ask to be met.    For listening and for speaking sincerity.    For the loose-leaf yerba mate which I am constantly sipping.   Thank you for your kindness, and for unravelling your sorrows.     For discovering our stories in the labels, and for your pursuit of darkness. 


Andrew Tipton

Sunday, May 5, 2013

Wednesday, May 1, 2013


We must be our own before we can be another's.