hovering.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as adorable daughter, amazing things, angle, chance, character, commercials, denim jumpsuit, entrance, first impressions, friend lindsay, happy song, hornbeam trees, job, jumpsuit, life, point, proud owner, reason, refrigerators, senya, song, sort, spirit, spirit of god, story, today
Lately, I feel like one big hovering question. But the word hovering gives me hope, for some reason. Let me explain. I think that it makes me think of the sublime. It makes me think of the Spirit of God. Because he was simply hovering in the very beginning, before he created all of us funny little people and hornbeam trees and refrigerators and stuff.
But our very first introduction to him involves hovering.
And if we know anything at all, it’s that first impressions are significant. At least that is what all those dandruff commercials tell us. But I think they have a point. And an angle. But more of a point. When a story introduces a character, their first entrance is significant. It tells something about them, I think. So God was hovering. And then something really really great happened. But it started with hovering.
Which is where I am.
And no, I am not about to create silly little people (honest. Like, no chance of that right now) or refrigerators (though I am now the proud owner of a little denim jumpsuit, making me look like I could sure do a bang-up job of fixing one when I wear it); but, I am trying to stay in the present and not think too far ahead. So, hovering is where I am and hovering is where God was once, too, so maybe life isn’t as shabby as it sometimes appears to be.
Anyway, that is what I tell myself tonight. Perhaps you are hovering, too. Perhaps something really really great is about to happen.
Oh, and today I wrote a song. Someday I will write a truly happy song again. Which is sort of what I just wrote my friend Lindsay, who is currently doing amazing things in Kenya (along with her research team comprised of her adorable daughter Senya and her husband Collin (I would have linked Senya, too, but, being just past six months old, she does not yet have a blog–I am hoping she’ll start one once she hits one year old)). Except, what I told Lindsay was that someday I will write her a happy email. And then I can print it out and frame it and hang it on my wall as proof that I am okay, cause look at this happy email I wrote to my friend. And everyone knows that happy people write happy emails so I must be so happy.
Yes, yes, yes, that will happen.
Right when I start fixing refrigerators in my new denim jumpsuit.
No, but really. I will write happy songs again. Especially since I sometimes write musicals–and they’re not about me.
But in the meantime, I write songs that are a little sad.
And I must admit, there is a part of me that is grateful for all this inspiration.
hard work!
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as Auto, click, click track, course, dancing, Draft, job, kind, measures, musicals, nevermind, nice thing, production, recording, recording project, Score, sentiment, studio, Super, work tomorrow
Tomorrow I start work on a little recording project. See, Jason and I are starting a small production company in order to actually sell the musicals we’ve created over the years.
And the nice thing for him is that his part of the job is basically done. Whereas, my part? Super. Hard. Work. Because I have to go into the studio and record every little thing. That means a click track. And counting. And working out how many measures for the dance breaks. Because every good musical has dance breaks!
Obviously.
So tomorrow we begin the hard work of all that. It’ll be fun, though. Who was it who said pick something you love to do and you’ll never have to work a day in your life? Well, yeah. I get that sentiment. But actually–even the things I love to do are still hard work. Dancing hurts. Writing strips you down, making you feel like there’s nothing much left once you’ve gotten rid of all those words. But it’s a good kind of nothing left. It’s the best kind of spent, I think. Singing, though–now that really doesn’t feel much like work. Unless, of course, you’re learning a new score. Because that’s work, so nevermind about singing not being work.
Anyway, yes, recording.
And a musical, no less!
Here’s to hoping I correctly calculate how many measures for those dance breaks…
let it be.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as arctic sea, change, job, kindness, long time, matter, sea, second, truth of the matter
Lately, some people have blamed me for what has happened to me. And the truth of the matter is that I am not perfect; I never have been, nor will I be. And it is exhausting to try for perfection. Though, to try for kindness–to try for love–this is the kind of trying that turns [...]
do what you do.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as breezes, counterpoint, Jessica, job, kind, life, little house, safe place, something, sort, what the heck
I’m waiting to get my hair done. And I’m thinking about life and I’m wondering about so many things. It’s strange how there are so many possibilities. It’s a hard sort of dance to perfect; it’s like some sort of counterpoint that, I suppose, keeps things interesting, if nothing else. Because there’s the pulse, the [...]
parades.
in Funny Stuff, photography
as Atlantic City, casino, day, different this time, headdress, job, judah, parade, parades, showgirl costume, smile and wave, thing
I have only ever been in two parades. For some of you, this might seem like quite a lot, actually. But considering the amount of times I have performed in front of people, I think that is a rather low number of parades. My first parade was a job. A paying job. But in hindsight, [...]
not gonna do it. sorry.
in Funny Stuff, Thoughts and Feelings
as brother jason, business, day, diatribe, friend, God, Jason, job, one of the guys, perfect sense, record, Shane, something, ten feet
Sometimes I skip one day of blogging and my brother Jason thinks I must have died or something. And sometimes I say something that makes perfect sense in the context of whatever it is I am talking about, but when isolated, it can sound pretty bad. Or funny, depending upon how you look at it. [...]
humor is as silver of a lining as any
in Funny Stuff, Loved Ones, Thoughts and Feelings
as end, few moments, God, humor, job, mullet, pop, sad words, sadness, story, thoughts/life, wheelchair
He tears me down on every side till I am gone; he uproots my hope like a tree. Job said it. And he said it well. And I draw comfort from those sad words, from a text that lets me know that deep sadness has been a part of our story since the first words [...]
time
in Performance, Thoughts and Feelings
as America, Chicago, drew, first day of school, good bye, home, Hyogo, Japan, job, life time, right, speck, theater/tour, time, Times Square, tokyo, way
It’s funny how time works. The way it just keeps going, moving along whether you want it to or not. I am actually pretty fascinated by it…I think back to when I started this job and it feels like a life time ago. Walking into that big studio in Times Square. Feeling like it was [...]
tokyo, take 1
in photography, Thoughts and Feelings
as banana, Bill, Brandon, change, friend ian, hotel bathroom, Ian, Japan, japanese word, job, shapes and sizes, theater/tour, today, tokyo, waitstaff
We saw this as we were walking through the subway today. And we open here in Tokyo on Wednesday. Um, I should really go over my lines. People are so kind here, so dignified. Honor is a huge part of their culture, which I respect so much. Today, we were leaving a restaurant and the [...]
