Friday, September 27, 2002
- The Lake Isle of Innisfree -
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
William Butler Yeats
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet's wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart's core
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- Ever felt like this? -"I get this far away from home, a couple thousand miles, and I stay away for a long time and I start to wonder if it's a real place or if I made it up - if maybe I would go into the airport tomorrow and I'd ask to go back to Minnesota and they'd look at me like I was crazy and they'd say, 'Minnesota? You didn't know? That's not a real state. That's, that's a mythical state.' And I'd say, 'No, all my friends are there, my house is there, my family is there, the women I love - when she comes over - she's going to meet me there. That's not mythical!' And they'd look at me and smile and they'd say, 'I know. It really seems real doesn't it? It's the power of the imagination.' I'd say 'No, I just want a ticket.' They'd say, 'Really, believe us. Believe us.' "
- Garrison Keillor
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- Ah, Friday -So, it's been quite an exciting Friday. First, there was another person at the bus stop, so instead of hanging with Anne Steele, I talked with an art student about the differences between NY and NC and what she thought of high school here. She's looking forward to graduating and I remembered how thankful I am that high school will never re-enter my life. Then there was coffee with Kristen and casual chatter. Later I had lunch with Jessica the mighty dulcimer player (who will laugh if she ever comes across this description!) and a few of her friends. Now, ironically, Kristen is at my house and I am still at the university trying to make a dent in this various piles so I can *finally* dust this desk!
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Wednesday, September 25, 2002
- Autumn -
David has a great post today about the joys of autumn. I've actually been trying to work out my thoughts on the subject and here's my feeble attempt to voice them.
I think it's the quickness of Autumn that moves me so greatly. There are hints and signs that things will soon change then all of a sudden everything explodes into color...and then it's gone like it was never there – but it's not a forlorn and forsaken exit because winter is full of fires, great literature, sweaters & trench coats, visits with family, and time to enjoy the year’s labors. Summer is hectic. There are always big plans to be made and fulfilled, trips to plan, adventures in which to partake. Spring is filled with signs of new beginnings and, though this is a bit cliché, I do like this season second best. Winter is a time to rest and reflex while the world is still and waiting.
But in Autumn, everything is awake. I wait for this period through all of summer’s hazy days. I wait for the whipping wind to chill my neck, to pull out all my woolen clothes, to make pots of tea, to stay at home with a blanket 'round my knees. Everything else prepares to sleep, except for me - something in me awakes, my thoughts become clear, my ambitions sane, and hopes restored. I want the wind to blow hard. I want sudden storms. I want to hear the stomping of a dance floor, to see the mountains aflame, feel the leaves as they shatter under my feet, taste fresh pressed cider, smell the lingering cold as my hands warm by the fire. I want to be shaken out of my season of slumber. I want to live and live fully.
And perhaps the final end will be like autumn. When the trumpet sounds, I’m sure there will first be the joy of ending. There won’t be slow growth, but mighty gusts that are terrifying at times. There won’t be subdued color, but awe-ful majesty. There will be the hope of raptured greetings and unending rest soon to come. It will not be peaceful, but it will not be awesome, swell, or neat – but a mighty good.
So, yeah….Autumn is my favorite.
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- A Productive Night -I tried out Joel's recipe for Cream of Sweet Potato Soup. It's quite good though I think I'll add some garlic next time. (You're taking notes, right?) ;o)
I also found a melody for one of Anne Steele's hymns that I posted part of earlier. (Though it's a little pointless to post this here, because there is no way for you all to listen.) I think writing music to old hymns is my favorite musical striving because, though lyrically they have a depth that I am incapable of re-creating, I find I can bring out part of that depth with song - at least for this generation. Also, there is the hope that they could be useful to the church at large, though it's only a small contribution.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2002
- Oh dear... -
What movie symbolism are you? find out!
Thanks to BopBop
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- Huh -Google seems to think that I am one of the worlds top authorities on JK Rowlings' court case. Who'd'a thunk it? (Eh...you don't need to answer that!)
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- From Henry F. Lyte's Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken -Take, my soul, thy full salvation;
Rise o’er sin, and fear, and care;
Joy to find in every station
Something still to do or bear:
Think what Spirit dwells within thee;
Thinks what a Father’s smile is thine;
Think what a Savior died to win thee,
Child of heaven, shouldst thou repine?
Haste then on from grace to glory,
Armed by faith, and winged by prayer,
Heaven’s eternal day’s before thee,
God’s own hand shall guide thee there.
Soon shall close thy earthly mission,
Swift shall pass thy pilgrim days;
Hope soon change to glad fruition,
Faith to sight, and prayer to praise.
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I've been thinking about the words "soon" & "swift." I can sing those at 24 even though my my Lifemeter says I have 65 1/2 more years to go. Once my youngest cousin can speak, she'll be able to sing this. (She's currently about 20 months.) My grandmother can join in as well. I'm striving to keep this always in mind that my hope doesn't lay in earthly treasures - To enjoy earthly things - by all means, yes! - but not to find my comfort in them.
"Soon shall close thy earthly mission..." This is true for all three of us and that's kinda neat.
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Monday, September 23, 2002
- Survey Says... -
Taken from Jessie (& Kristen)
- IF YOU COULD BUILD A HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE? Overlooking the Blueridge Parkway, but I would really prefer to have someone else do the actual construction. I can shingle a roof...that's about it.
- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? Wool "European" sweaters, long oversized coats, think scarves and quirky shoes. (Note - I somehow was born in the south!)
- WHAT'S THE LAST CD THAT YOU BOUGHT? Christopher Miner's The Calm of Paradise
- WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? In the garage... No, seriously, I would chose one of the following - sitting outside on a porch swing or a rocking chair (it's good to stay mobile); pacing the downtown streets alone or with a couple others; at my parents' farmhouse; in my room with a good book, candles burning and lanterns glowing.
- WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? Anywhere crowded and loud.
- WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP? Naturally? Around 10 a.m. (considering I'm getting enough sleep in general). Really? Around 6:30 a.m.
- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE? My Zyliss Nut & Vegetable grater.
- WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY? My own forgetfulness & the misunderstandings that come from it.
- IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Piano, hammer dulcimer, fiddle.
- FAVORITE COLOR? Brown, Green, Grey, Black.
- DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE? With all my heart.
- FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK? The Secret Garden (Frances Hodgson Burnett).
- WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON? Autumn
- WHAT'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE HOUSEHOLD CHORE? Bathrooms.
- IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Scary, very scary....
- IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT? An alligator on my left ankle....none. I don't like needles
- CAN YOU JUGGLE? Only when I'm lucky...
- PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD TALK TO? My grandfather
- WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY? Fridays are fun, but cliché. I actually don't think I have a preference.
- WHAT'S IN THE TRUNK OF YOUR CAR? Windshield wiper fluid, a empty gas container, various cleaning supplies, a bag of trash, a calendar, jumper cables, a cooler, pillows, a little dust, a spare tire, carpet. I think that's all!
- WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SUSHI OR HAMBURGER? Hamburger, plain and simple. I'll eat sushi, but I prefer the hamburger.
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Sunday, September 22, 2002
- I'm Just The Messenger! -Kristen had the misfortune of informing me tonight that my Arabic hymn is, alas, not original - it's a Middle Eastern version of "Approach My Soul The Mercy Seat." Funny? Yes. Painful? Extremely.
Ah well, it's all part of the risk we take in trying to create - not the end of the world, but disappointing just the same. At least Kristen is sympathetic bearer of bad news!
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