sticks and stones.
in Loved Ones, MP3, Performance, video
as chicken, christmas day, claps, clucks, computer, favorite quote, INDEED, life, luck cause, Merry Christmas, oven, ovens, People--the, pop, quote, record songs, spiritual, sticks and stones, turkeys, uke
Christmas day made me smile.
People–the ones in my life, specifically–helped a lot with that.
And my parents got me a microphone. One that I can plug into my computer and record songs in such a manner that they don’t sound entirely terrible. MERRY CHRISTMAS, INDEED.
Favorite quote from church this morning had to be while my mom and I were listening to my pop give the message. She leans over to me and I’m expecting to hear something–anything, really–other than what I hear. Maybe spiritual. Maybe Christmasy. But, not this: “I hope your pop stops speaking soon, so I can put the turkey in the oven.”
If you knew my mom, you’d know that is such a very uncharacteristic thing for her to say. She hardly ever cares about putting turkeys in ovens. But Christmas day is different, I suppose.
Anyway.
You wanna hear my new microphone put to work? Um, if you do, you’re in luck, cause I recorded this tonight. Track after track after track of vocals and uke and claps and clicks. Not to be confused with clucks.
I am not, after all, a chicken.
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stability like the rain; stability like forgiveness.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Thoughts and Feelings
as being a nurse, Chinatown, downpour, eaves, ebb, ebb and flow, flow, flow of the tide, forgiveness, girl, glimpses, house, incredible sound, Merry Christmas, nurse, ocean, sound of rain, stability, stable career, tree
Nights like this, I like to gaze at the tree.
But what you can’t gather from this picture, is the incredible sound of rain falling outside. It’s incessant, encompassing, and oddly comforting. Like the sound of stability. But that’s not a beautiful word; not like the rain.
Stability.
“I want to have a stable career,” a girl I know tells me. She’s a dancer, talented as the day is long, as they say. But she wants stability, so she decides to be a nurse. There’s nothing wrong with being a nurse. In fact, there is a lot of things right with being a nurse. But I heard her say this to me, and it was like listening to the lovely people who sell me raisin twists in Chinatown. I don’t understand it; the language, it’s lost on me.
I have never thought about stability like that. Always figured that was God’s job. That if I followed my heart, it’d work out. I am not sure how, exactly, but it would.
The rain is still coming down, but now it sounds like something else. The ocean, maybe. The ebb and flow of the tide. The downpour hurries up, only to get there and then slow right back down again. It’s knocking loudly, urgently; it’s whispering against the wooden eaves of my parents’ house. Still there, but somehow, it’s learned patience in the last five minutes or so.
It gives me hope. I can learn patience, too. I can embrace the flow, not get angry at the ebb that cycles through my life. It’s strange and amazing what we with hearts can do. Really. I talk to the one who has stolen from me. Laugh, even. Wish him a merry christmas and sincerely hope it’s so. This is part of the flow. It didn’t start with me; it’s much bigger than me. It’s a wave I can catch; an exhilarating swell that takes me higher, gives me glimpses that I had never imagined before. Forgiveness is agreeing with God’s grace for everyone. It’s breathtaking. I need it; I give it. It’s endless and humble and stable. It goes on and on, just like the rain right now; and even when the rain turns to snow turns to rain again, turns to dust–there is forgiveness. Still.
The stability I need.
it’s christmas. sweet.
in I Lift My Eyes Up, Loved Ones, MP3
as christmas morning, christmas song, dwell, father, father christmas, goodwill, home, house, imagination, man with man, Merry Christmas, peace on earth, peace on earth goodwill towards men, recording, recording session, song, Troll, Voice, yuletide, yuletide carol
It’s Christmas morning. Kind of. Well, it’s Christmas morning, but I still haven’t gone to sleep yet, so it doesn’t quite feel like Christmas yet. Jenna and I just got back home from a little recording session. There’s this song by Christina Perri; it’s captivating. We decided to learn it, and, actually, it’s the first [...]
(merry christmas) i really do not miss missing you
in MP3
as Cause, Christmas, christmas lights, church, church bells, freedom, home, jingle bells, merry, Merry Christmas, piano, snowfall, song, stay, Voice
I was driving home tonight and this song dropped into my mind. I wrote it down at the piano when I got home and then I went and recorded it. Unfortunately, the piano is really quiet compared to my voice. But, yeah. Here it is: (merry christmas) I really do not miss missing you christmas [...]
I’ve never fought a war, but…
in Thoughts and Feelings
as anxiety, brother, David, fact, fear, heart, Merry Christmas, nice, post traumatic stress, post traumatic stress syndrome, random stranger, skinniest person, skinny, syndrome, thoughts/life, traumatic stress syndrome
I think I might have post traumatic stress syndrome. I mean, there are parts of me that have been around forever. Things that I am used to, that I even like now. Like the beauty mark in the middle of my forehead that causes random strangers to accuse me of playing with hindu tattoos. Or [...]
