Days Of Future Past
I’m now on the West Coast for the first time. Feeling the inhale and exhale of the Pacific. The spray against my face, soaking my socks when I stumble too close, not changing my shoes for hours. Talking to people I’ve missed, and not realized how much, and meeting new ones which will add to the pang of leaving.
Collecting rocks. Smooth. Rounded. Jagged.
Remembering words. Singing them. Words I wrote missing the soars of another ocean. Being landlocked in mountainous obscurity. Cut off. Dry.
Now surrounded by green. And blue. Smells I know. Sounds that lull me to sleep at 3pm. Sitting, listening, learning, being.
Almost feels like home.
And I want to sit by the ocean
Just to spend some time in a lower state of mind.
And though vain I entertain the notion
That at sea level I’m closer to Your side
For without these mountains I’ve no place to hide.
Lord I need some air
Lord I need You near.
Lord I need You near,
Oh I need some air.
Apparently I’m On Youtube
Jesus . . . bloody interweb.
Goes with this: http://greyparty.net/2008/02/09/music-first/
Heading To Washington State
Here’s some more “vicarious” music to remember me by:
Beginnings of a song as of yet untitled, though I am leading towards Suicide King, but not for the reason you think.
Current words (such as they are):
. . .How is it my fault when you held all the cards
and doubled down on the two of (our) hearts?
Now you’re digging (waiting) for diamonds
and maybe you’ll find them, one day
when you stop weilding love like a club. . .
Would you want me to place that bet
When I can’t see more than half the deck . . .?
bye
Life
Colorado Springs
Had an almost vacation. In “the Springs” for a conference.
There are few things better than being surrounded by people with a common focus, purpose, set of ideals, and f-ed up senses of humour. I supposed that this is what the Church (universal and local) is supposed to be like; a foretaste of heaven. But that’s another matter.
Highlights:
* Smiles, laughter and bloody good food.
* Realization that I should spend more time in bars/pubs, not because I’ll start drinking, but because complete strangers have great stories and lives.
- The old guy who wanted to know everything about me: my goals for life, whether I was going to school, that everyone should have a purpose,and that purpose should be to make other people’s lives better.
- The bartender who gave up going to Costa Rica, took her entire life savings, and spent 10 months helping hurricane Katrina victims because she felt that she should.
- The former special ed teacher, who was damn hostile, but after a bit of talking, confessed her love of her life and a firm belief that God will always make a way out of the situations which He leads her into. Esp, with the aid of her twin sister, who was with her, and sharing the same sentiments.
- Convincing a bunch of drunk white guys that they had met a Black guy from Scotland.
* Having random strangers all around town write out on post-it notes words of wisdom they would pass on to others to make the world a better place, and then giving those post-its back to them, so they could spread their knowledge to others.
*Meeting other great teachers who I wish worked in this state
sigh.
(Snap back to reality)