Thursday, May 21, 2009


i was going to write something witty and and a bit silly.  i was planning on writing about love and heart break.  i was planning on writing about age.  but now i just sit and and type for no reason really what so ever.  my hope is that something comes out of it, but from the looks of it, nothing is going to happen.  so i sit.  i sit and think of my weekend, pondering about family that we have not hugged for a while, thinking of possible futures that are all in the hands of the one who brought this weekend together.  but again, I have nothing.  

i wanted to write about music, how a band named after such a tough city can sweep me off my feet at a mere touch of the ivorys, or how the voices of jazz singers bring relaxation to the bones tired from the day.  

nothing.  nothing is coming to mind.  family, music, and nothing but these pitiful few words.  maybe it is because my scribble is nothing in comparison to words so beautiful they could only have been inspired by the one who brings the weekends and days and clouds and sun and smiles and tears.  i read this today: 

Wisdom has built her house
she has carved out its seen pillars
she has prepared her meat
she has prepared her wine
she also has arranged her table
she has sent out her female servants
she calls out on the highest places of the city
whoever is naive, let him turn in here
she says to those who lack understanding
come eat some of my food
and drink some of the wine I have mixed
abandon your foolish ways so that you may live
and proceed in the way of understanding.


Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Day Dreaming

She gazes out the window of her loft.  Her eyes slowly soaking in the world in her back yard.  The window is cracked just a bit so she can smell the flowers wafting into her warm bedroom.  She watches birds chirp and chase each other all over the the grass while two large squirrels tackle and squabble and play in the large tree outside her window.  
She is waiting.  She is waiting for a prince to arrive at the eve of her small window calling her in a calm, strong but tender voice.  The thought of her jumping out her bay window onto the back of his white steed and having him whisk her away through the evening sunset was running through her mind. 
Many years go by and she sits and thinks back to those days.  She ponders if things would have been different.  If her life would have been more.  Then she re-envisions what has happened and realizes she is happy:
She gazes out the window of her loft.  Her eyes slowly soaking in the world in the front yard.  The window is cracked just a bit so she can smell the flowers and exhaust wafting into her warm living room.  She watches two birds chirp and chase each other all over the road while two large squirrels dig into her flower pots.  She then proceeds to slap her hands together to shoo the animals out of her garden.  She refocuses and waits....waits for her prince to arrive at the door step to call her in his slightly goofy, yet sensitive voice.  She just smiles and thanks God she is where she is.

Saturday, January 10, 2009

You maybe right, I maybe crazy.....

It has been a while since I have typed on this site, so I thought it would be a good thing to do.  My only reason for typing tonight is the fact that it is not snowing.  I know that my blogs are few and far between, and when I DO type, snow or weather seem to play a part.  But the weather does something to ones soul.  It can make one ponder why they can turn ones mood from angry to pure joy.    

Since winter, we have had dreadful weather.  Not dreadful like tsunamis or tornados or hurricanes or anything of that catastrophe, but more just a dreary gray that seems to linger. The ground is damp.  Damp like the pictures of London's streets, but without the charm of those photographs.  It is a dampness that seeps into your bones and chills them til your toes have no remembrance of what warmth is.  Yet I tend to enjoy it.  It brings on a certain melancholy that could do one of two things; make you depressed and wishing for more sadness, or make you dream.  I feel it is the latter I am doing tonight.  

I am dreaming  of music.  Playing in a small smokey bar ( we don't have those anymore because of smoking bans, but it adds ambiance to the dream so work with me please ) playing my acoustic with friends, singing songs about love and love lost.  Singing songs about the joy I have found.  Singing songs that people raise their pints in one accord because they know that what is being sung is from the heart and they feel it and cling to it.  

This may all sound like the piano man on acoustic guitar, and I apologize if it does, but the feelings that that song proclaims about the lives of people and why they come to a place like a warm pub on cold night intrigues me. But unlike the piano man, I just long to sit in a pub, with my guitar in my lap, on nights much like tonight, singing songs to people that may touch them and myself.  

Does the weather strike chords in you?  I am just curious.....

Sunday, August 17, 2008


The Lord has shown me in his words to Hosea speaking to the Israelites, that he loves us more than we could even fathom. If we sit and think of how good, holy, kind and loving our God is..... if we ponder on how he would send his son to die for us as a living a final sacrifice for our sins, that we may sin no more.....that we can even talk to a God who is so huge and mighty, yet longs for us to give him praise and can we even think of doing something that would hinder that? How can we look at others with lustful eyes? How could we talk about others behind their backs? How could we make flash judgments on people based on color, sex or other issues beyond our control? When we do these things, we are saying that God is not enough for us. We are saying that we need to tear someone down to be happy. We are saying that we need this other person in our lives to be happy.

The Israelites added other gods to their worship, not denying the God they loved per say, but said he wasn't enough. What if I did that to my wife? If I said, "Kristi, I love you, but I think I could use a few more women around, because you can't fulfill my needs." That is horrid, but that is what we do every time sin. We are saying, "God, I love you, but I need to talk about my co worker to make me feel better because you cannot".

Just something to think about. Read Hosea 3 and 4 and see what you come up with :)

Love you

Monday, May 19, 2008

Good Evening,

It has been a long time since I sat down with my thoughts. When I am relaxing lately, it has involved my guitar and just letting the strings sing to my heart through random movements and chord changes.

Two years have been spent with the dear woman I call my beloved. Through the two years, we have had small issues that show their ugly faces, especially when we are enjoying life at the moment. But I cannot get past the fact that God has given such an angel in disguise to me. I see it when we are doing tasks for others the most, but even the little things. Pieces of cake could fall to the ground but my plate is there to catch for the guests. It is so fluid. And it is moments like those that we take joy knowing that God, in all his sovereignty, has put us together.

Praise the Lord for my partner in faith, and praise the Lord for the friends who encourage.

Monday, March 10, 2008

I miss my mom.....

Through all the good times
Through all the bad times
I wish you were still here with me

I miss the snow ball fights
I miss those long long nights
Of questions about the one you would soon
come to know yourself

And I know I will see you again.......

You used to laugh a lot
About things that I thought
Were kinda dumb, now I laugh

The way you loved on me
The way you cheered me on and how
you always cared so much

And I know I will see you again.....
I know it won't be long, til we're both singing

Friday, February 29, 2008

My poem.....

The way you shimmer in light
dancing to a music that no one can hear
as if waiting for a crescendo,
wishing to fly, gliding on air,
but never takes off.....

The way you shimmer in light
moving without a wave of motion
beckoning me with your accents, your faux sophistication,
begging for a sip of from your lips,
but is left to a plateau....

The way you shimmer in light
I thought I would want to be with you,
your scent like hands drawing me to your rim
finishing smooth and mellow
but leaving me heart broken....

To me you shimmer no more....