we need you.

this is sarah.  again.  i haven't written anything on here in three months, which is no good.  i'm surprised josh hasn't shunned me.  not that he's the shunning type.

we've had a pretty exciting few days with where you are, and for the studio in general.  

call us facebook ignorant, but we really had no idea how great it would be to start a fan page.  all of the sudden, we feel so much momentum, we feel propelled.  

all of this facebook stuff, and feeling supported by so many people, has really made me think.

we can't do this alone.  we say that, everyone says that.  but really.  this is impossible without you. 

one time i climbed a mountain.  a pretty real mountain, i think.  it was amazing.  i climbed it with three other people, and we were a pretty ragtag group... none of us expert mountain-climbers by any stretch of the imagination.  me, lucretia, mike, and joe.

it was a really hot day, and it was a really steep mountain.  we were so inspired at the bottom looking up.  it all seemed so possible, so beautiful, such a perfect thing to do.

then we started climbing.

and then i considered hurling my body off the mountain so that i could be free from the pain tearing through my muscles.

in the initial stages of this-was-a-huge-mistake-edness, i thought it was all pretty funny.  here we were, stuck halfway up a mountain, miserable.  that's comedic.  and then it pretty much lost all humor to me and i was pretty irritated.  i'm so glad mike was with us, though.  he cracked jokes left and right, kept us laughing.  he made it so much more bearable.  couldn't have made it without him.

another big obstacle was taking breaks.  it was necessary to take breaks on this climb.  absolutely.  the problem was that whenever we sat down, we (or i...) found it extremely hard to get up.  i felt completely enraptured with the idea of taking breaks, long breaks, and that just wasn't going to work if we ever wanted to make it up to the top.  i'm glad lucretia was with us, though.  she knew that no matter how hard it was, we needed to get up and go. couldn't have made it without her.

at certain points during the climb, we'd stop and look at the enormity of what we still had to climb.  it was dizzyingly overwhelming.  seemingly impossible.  and profoundly discouraging.  it was horrible.  i'm so glad joe was with us, though.  he set tiny, achievable goals for us as we climbed... make it to this rock, or climb for three minutes without any breaks.  couldn't have made it without him.

about a third of the way up, we realized that our half liter bottles of water were gone.  completely.  the sun was so strong--sucking up every ounce of fluid in us.  i'm glad i was there, though.  that morning, i had thrown an extra 1.5 liter bottle of water into my backpack for the climb; the perfect amount to share between us for the rest of the climb.  couldn't have made it without me.

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right now, we stand in front of a mountain, and we aren't foolish enough to think that we're going to be able to do this alone.  we need you.  and maybe you're reading this, thinking that you have no idea what you can do, how you can help, but you have something.  everyone has something.

so come to the foot of this mountain, bring what you have.  bring your talents, your words, your love and concern.  let's dig our feet into the earth and climb until pain tears through our muscles.  

and then let's keep climbing.  

climbing and climbing through the pain until we see no mountain ahead of us, can turn around, and take in the view.  hold hands, dance, and celebrate.

and the climb will be worth it.  the view from the top is amazing, i know it.

we need you.

Freedom

I'm listening to: "Too Late" by: M83

Thank you for following this blog.  It's encouraging to know that there are people that are passionate about...people....living life better...  Thank you

I'm not one to talk about my personal life on the internet... I have never had a myspace, or facebook, or anything like that, I don't see the point. but this... this project I love sharing my struggles and successes with you.  It's real.  And hopefully one day, someone will go back and read this long wordy blog and find an ounce of hope on their journey to film creation.  

One thing I don't like about websites and blogs, is that they don't get updated alot. The writers don't write...uggg...but I wanted to let you know why I haven't been updating it so much.  On March 16th, 2009, my wife and I had a beautiful baby girl. She is incredible... and stealing all my time, and I love every minute of it.  And as I'm writing to you right now,  she is starring at me with her bright bold eyes.  Being a father is the absolute best... it's the greatest story I could ever tell.  It's amazing that a humans can create humans, its amazing.  And I'm not one to get all spiritual on you here, but anyone who says God doesn't exist is an idiot.  I'm not sure how you can say that, and hold a child in your arms, and see how perfectly there face is crafted, and how their lungs breathe in and out, and how they know your voice, and feel safe only in your arms, that is not science, that isn't. That is unexplainable, and to me...only someone, full of love, someone supernatural, could create something so unexplainable, so perfect... I guess the counter to this argument is how could a god exists when horrible things like 911 happen.... Well maybe that has nothing to do with God, and maybe it has everything to do with corrupt people doing hateful things... 

off my little box now...

I thought making this project would get a lot harder because I have a child, but honestly she makes me want to do it even more.  Because on March 16th, 2009 another child was born in Swaziland, that has AIDS... and that child has no clue that her mom or dad will die in a few years from the same disease that she has... We are lucky...we are blessed...we are corrupt. As one is born, another one dies. That is so heavy... It's tough to deal with, and as I hold my daughter, I think about her, and how thankful I am, and how I want to do, not only this project, but other projects like it. So, that fathers and mothers can hold their children, and give them baths, and play silly games with them. We aren't living until that happiness exists around the world... and maybe it never will, maybe there will always be disease, and death... But that isn't my dream, that isn't what's in my heart. That world, that dream, is worth fighting for...its worth dying for...

Oh... My daughters name is Freedom...