deep calling…

It’s not a poem. I don’t know what it is except…a need to write it down.

I know why deep calls to deep. See it there, your small voice in a dark place. It’s important to be there, this is something your soul knows. This is where it must be right now.

Light up above. It is there. It feels just within reach some days. Other days it is a mere speck, like a star in the sky; silent, present, watching.

Calling up toward the light your voice will carry. The light hears it. “Come up” it says softly, “when you are ready.”

But it’s important to be here right now. Sit and listen.
Sing a small song while you wait, a lamentation, a peaceful, mournful tune.

Another voice joins from outside, from within.
You didn’t even know you were looking for it until it came, did you?

But you are glad of it. It’s dark in here. It’s hard to feel alone. It’s good to hear another voice, calling from the deep. It’s good to know you are not alone.
It’s important fuel….

for the journey up.

why write

Be prepared that I’m really tired and not above rambling here….

I’m not sure if it’s because I’m this moody enneagram 4 or because I’m just remarkably insecure and self centered at the same time. (I’m talented that way) I keep running up against this thing about my writing.
why write?

When I was younger I used to say that I wrote songs because I HAD to write them…because they EXISTED and they demanded to be heard. I suppose part of me thinks this is still true. (Yes, in fact, I do actually personify pretty much everything. Sometimes it even annoys me but mostly I think it’s endearing so that’s how we’ll roll.)

I was thinking the other day about the persistent nagging doubt that eats away at me as it concerns my songwriting in particular.

“Why I keep writing songs? Why do I need to do that?”

I guess most of us get to this point in life, why do something that has no monetary component..is it a hobby? like basketweaving or crocheting? what? I dunno.

Following on the heels of that, weirdly enough comes the second thing that bugs me.
“Is this any good?”
Or more specifically what I hear in my head is this:
“Does this song suck?”

After spinning out there for a little while I can meander around for, well, quite a while actually on the finer points of the why, the when, the how, the how much…ack. Crazy Making. I think that is the actual psychiatric medical term for this.

{insert deep breathing here}
wait
remember
here it is…

I keep coming back to this same thing in the end…it’s the only answer that even while not conveying ANY logical sense it does bring some heart sense to me.

In the end it’s just got to be about making something beautiful and putting it out there. It IS enough to create it and put it out there, whether it’s got a capitalistic bent or not.
It IS enough.

Which of course is complicated by the fact that I’m not independently wealthy so while it’s enough to create more beauty for the world I also have to eat…and feed and clothe my kids…yes?
There’s a balance to it…that’s the work, there. And so the tension is there too…that’s where I just feel like I need to press through and keep doing what I’m doing to whatever end it brings.

Sometimes we just don’t get to know the why. We just have to do it and be in it and let it become what it will be.

Sometimes it’s just got to be enough to do it.
yes?

gift…

this is what i want
to give you this week

that the word
became flesh
and dwelt
among us

the word
spoken
and unspoken
seen
and unseen

became flesh

and dwelt
among us

breathe that

it’s important.

poison…

I was talking with a friend recently about some things going on in our lives and we were both struck by how a season of “good” in our lives can suddenly turn bad.

When this happens I know that I think to myself things like, “well, were things REALLY good or was that just me wanting them to be good?” which only leads to worse thoughts and feelings all of which are the worst kind of speculation and mistrust….they are lies.

They are lies I made up in my head to negate the good. I guess I could argue in a bad moment that my perception of “the good” is something I make up in my head as well but frankly in both instances I could see the ripples out from my words and my actions. I could SEE the lives around me touched and moved and enriched when the good comes just as I can SEE lives around me touched and moved and poisoned when the bad comes.

In this case I could probably name the “bad” more properly, “the realities of life.” Honestly. Things are just not always that well defined now that I look at it in a better light.

All this to say that I said something to the effect of “maybe this is us poisoning the well so to speak” and that rang out in both of us. What is it that I DO or SAY in moments of good that brings that to a close, that ushers the good out the door? The next question, after I figure out what I do is to then ask myself, “why?”

Why would I poison my own source of life?

Like anyone else I have my reasons…all of them are lies…all of them are worthless. “I’m not deserving of a good life” “Good doesn’t last, why entertain that notion?” “The other shoe is waiting to drop.”
that sort of thing…

What I am thankful for today as I write this rather, erm, dire blog entry is the simple fact that I’ve placed myself inside a community of good. I’m thankful that I have a group of people who see me broken and ugly and are willing to embrace me in it. When I feel least lovable, when I feel least worthy I am welcomed. This is the antidote to the poison. These are the people who speak truth to me.

That’s priceless, it truly is.

too much…

so perfect for my sister to send me her latest recording endeavor….witness the synchronicity of our creative brains…it’s either that or it’s our upbringin.

listen and enjoy peoples.

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the real reason for the melting ice caps…

it started innocently enough…a swap between brothers and now…yes, it’s true. One day of sun at the North Pole all to boost ol’ Santa’s self esteem leads to the escalation of global warming. There you go. Blame Santa.

Well at least the song is catchy.

a holiday idea…

go here to read this awesome post

and then do your holiday shopping at thistle farms.

just do it and yes I know I’m bossy…

dreaming of the sea

I ran across these lyrics I wrote back in 2003 when I was working on a 2nd album that I never ended up recording…long story…

Since I’m in this vein now of looking through old stuff and mining for gold, basically I thought I’d throw these up there…yes, it’s true, I have a penchant for nature-theme metaphor in my writing.

Dreaming of the Sea
ADC 2003

Along a stretch of lonely desert
A path of shifting, subtle sand
I am a traveler on the journey
And I am dreaming of the sea

Picked up a lost and lucky fossil
Too long without the gift of life
Another traveler on the journey
Another dreaming of the sea.

I know a little of the story
I’ve seen a glancing at the map
I’m left to wander in this desert
Only the stars to guide
And a light on the far side

And on a cold and quiet evening
A moment shivers on the trail
Another traveler on the journey
Another dreaming of the sea

The sky’s a wide expanse above me
God in His heaven looking in
Another traveler on the journey
Another dreaming of the sea

I’m getting pieces of the story
I’ve had a glancing of the map
I’m only walking in the desert
I’m only dreaming of the sea

Casting Stones or Building Bridges

I’ll give you fair warning right here and now. This is going to be a little controversial, perhaps. In light of this I will tell you something important; I do care what you think and what you believe but I’m not asking to be enlightened theologically or socially at this point. I will hear your comments but I’d prefer that we all respect one another’s thoughts here, even if we do not agree, yes?

My new friend A. had a baby a few months ago, a beautiful baby girl. What makes this already remarkable event even more remarkable is, as she put it herself, that she managed to conceive this child without having had relations with a man. A. and her partner H. became proud parents and that got me to thinking about something that’s been bothering me lately.

What has been bothering me is this thinking I bump up against as I travel in my faith community that somehow A. and H. are living outside of God’s design…that somehow they are “living in sin” to coin the phrase.

Now, on the surface I guess I can see the logic here…mostly as it pertains to the design element…parts working together and all that. I’ve read the scripture passages that are cited. I’ve seen the exegesis of said passages. I know this is a typical way to view homosexuality in the “christian” church and generally I keep my own thoughts to myself on this subject. My personal view is that I’m called FIRST and FOREMOST to love the people who cross my path, lovable, unlovable…no matter what.

This is the thing, though. A. and H. are not at all unlovable. They are engaging, wise and wonderful women. They are committed, responsible, loving people. It’s easy to love them. It really is. Frankly, they are much easier for me to love than a whole lot of people I come into contact with who claim to live INSIDE of God’s design.

Someone said to me recently that “sin is sin” meaning that one person’s sin is no worse than anyone elses and I agree that’s true. Basically, we all have our “thing” with which we struggle, we all are living in sin to some degree. We can hardly help it.

Trouble is, here…I can’t see that my friends feel that they ARE living in sin because of their relationship, because of the person they choose to love. They would not put their choice of lifestyle in the same sin boat as say, Bob, the crazy porn addict. This is their life…to say that Love becomes sin in this case seems so incredibly wrong to me. I just don’t know what shaped box I’d put that into…frankly.

Now, I’ve said this before and I mean it…I am no theological scholar. I’m sure that 15 minutes in a small room with someone really “knowledgeable” on the subject as it pertains to Christianity would be very interesting but to be honest, I don’t really care because I still think that it is all about how we love each other.

I say that if you want to find out how you really feel about a controversial issue like this one, that you get in relationship with someone who walks that road. Once you know how to be in relationship with someone you find out what it means to really and truly love them…in the now…and in the true and in the real.

I would go so far as to say that you don’t GET to be opinionated about homosexual couples until you walk with someone who lives that lifestyle…until you hear their story with your own ears, until you reach across a table and take their hand. I say you don’t get to judge unless and until you do that.

That sounds wrong, yes…I know this. I know there are reams of reasons why people don’t like the idea of homosexuality. That’s OK with me. I don’t like the idea of minivans and soccer moms but I love those soccer moms and everyone else who drives a minivan just the same.

All I’m saying is this; choose love. Choose to overcome the fear of what you *think* being in relationship with someone who lives differently from you might bring. Just listen, put aside your judgement and your preconceived notion. Look at the rock in your hand and use it to build a bridge. It’s totally what Jesus would do. Totally.