I chased the fog. It was ever before me but somehow always out of grasp. For the closer I moved onward, the more it seemed to evaporate. The more I pressed on, the more it seemed to fade away. Until I understood that the fog...
Today I happened to stumble on an old book that was hiding in my basement. It was my Great Grandmother's book from the 1950s with a small note inside it. This made me instantly reflect on two essential ideas. What happens when we stop our regular...
Last weekend, I visited the Art Museum and learned that Monet started his artistic career as a character artist and had a thriving business. I thought what a tragedy it would have been if he stayed content and didn't follow an abstract calling to pick...
My youngest son has spent all his time hanging out in his older brother's room, who is away at college. This didn't make sense to me at first since my youngest son has a room of his own. And then it dawned on me that...
I'm afraid to turn off the lights. I'm scared to turn off the TV, computer, and phone to sit in the dark without shiny objects calling my attention. I'm afraid to close my eyes and enjoy the silence while my own thoughts, pleasant and vicious,...
In the small cemetery, beneath the snow, lies my little brother and my Father's bodies. My brother, taken from heroin ten years ago, lying in a casket next to my Father, who died from brain cancer two years later. Unfortunately, they never received tombstones. Tablets of...
Yesterday I went with my son to the art store. He was looking to buy some paint; however, it was out of his price range. I knew that he needed these tools to create, and I was more than happy to share the cost with...
There’s a final moment when our prayers cease. When our throats are parched from asking, and our bodies can do no more. There is a final moment when there is no other way, and all our pursuits have been finalized. A moment when we have...
I’ve lived out a misunderstanding in my life. A misunderstanding that has always taught me that I need to be quiet, stay in the back, and not call any attention to myself. This misunderstanding started as a child and has grown into a monster through...
Rebuilding is an earthly, physical, opaque duty that intercedes thro ugh the spiritual transparent duty. The physical builds upon the spiritual. Without the physical, the spiritual will not be built, and without the spiritual the physical cannot be completed. I cannot physically live without the spirit, and...
Suffering produces endurance, endurance produces character, and character creates hope that does not put us to shame. If we realize that the suffering is part of our life, that it’s producing something good in us, then we’ll reform our mindset from shame to hope. If we don’t...
Could there be a deeper love holding our relationships together? The word love is described as an intense feeling of deep affection. You know what love is because in some way you have or are experiencing it. Whether it be the love for a spouse, a...
Last night I experienced something I thought I would never experience. I spent the night in a homeless shelter. I didn’t stay there because I had to, but because I was curious. I was curious about this other world that only some less fortunate have to wander....
“We flourish when we transform into what we are equipped to be.”—Seth Guge Is your life roaring? Do you encounter the sea-like barrels of passion and smooth waters of contentment reflected in your life? Or, do you tend to hope that tomorrow might wash up something new and...
“The pain passes, but the beauty remains”—Renoir Dorothea Lange’s, The Migrant Worker is considered a masterpiece in photography. There is something about the photo that always seems to astonish. Its subject matter shows a mother’s distress, however, concurrently interprets beauty and elegance. How do you compose grief...
// Weeping may tarry for the night, but joy comes with the morning. // A quick glimpse to the left this Sunday morning while driving revealed an unimaginable landscape that I would never be able to translate to words. I almost crashed my car as this...
“Failing, falling fast into the valley, means more momentum to make it up the next mountain.” I hate failing. I can’t stand falling. Like the movement of the landscape, it appears that our lives continually reflect the valleys and mountains. If I remember that the momentum...
I spent this past weekend at Tribe Conference in Franklin, TN. During one of the breaks I found a quiet space to recharge my introvert batteries. I was gently startled when a women approached and asked if she could have her picture taken with me....
"Sometimes, what seems to be the boring, practical life can end up being the most beautiful." — SG...
"Fear of failure seems to be the first step to failure."—Seth Guge...
About six years ago, my wife Kim and I bought a house in the small town of Algonquin, about 45 miles Northwest of Chicago. Although the house was a bit old and outdated, we were sold on the fact that it backed-up to a one...
"As an artist, I love the fact that programming and code can be creative and beautiful." —Seth Guge...
"I'm finding that when I create things to make other people happy, they hate it. When I create things to make myself happy, other people usually love it." —Seth Guge...
Worked on some art with my little sister Hannah today. I'm thinking that between us, I walked away the most inspired....
