April 2010
24 posts
kite strings
This week was right on. I went for a ride early in the week. I aimed my velomachine at the mountain and rode like I meant it. I planned a few papers and a project. The project should be interesting, and perhaps I’ll share a few pieces here on white blazes. I’m going to create an EP exploring the idea of lament. I have a few songs that I need to rerecord and one I intend to rewrite but...
bound like babes
Here I go convincing myself and the other that we should think of all that we knew the first moments of our lives. When we saw our moms and tried out our lungs our first thought was one shared by all, “big, open, new space!?!?”
I read an article recently that argued for a way of seeing that exists outside of the realm of shared human history. This scholar was saying brilliant...
as i go
Is it a poem or a promise?
To go see the world, or see the world as I go.
Time is taken- what to give back?
My love and regret stifled by the impulse to please no one.
Is it that we call rocks temples?
Mistaking street signs for the road and the sacred as beyond.
Or are these ridges a kinfe edge to the sky?
Curtains tear as the blue bleeds out heaven healing everything.
zion II
I’ve been alone for a few days in this park, enjoying the town life and hiding out down by the river where the camping is free and living in a tent feels normal. Ben, who is participating in a retreat, needs to be to town by 8:30 each morning. So, we pack up- in literally five minutes, and he rejoins the group on the retreat while I choose my own adventure.
Yesterday I got out early with...
zion
Mountian tops, high and low-they are beautiful yet distant. The false summits give us little to go on yet invite us to take another step, and then another. From the valley the distance is less discieving and more picturess. It’s like you could smere the view if you reached out to touch it with your hand.
As the sun taps out for the day, the view from this cafe will endure in my mind. The...
grounded
I sit here at night, lightly loosened by a resling shared with a friend, as I eat sturdy toast folded in two so that the slice feels more doey. The space is quiet and I am just getting over sickness and so the warm covers of my bed seem inviting to my toes that road sockless across the highway just moments ago. They have taken the chill with them-cold, aching-reminded of all the days they have...
planted
being planted is better than being chased cause the lilies you’ll have to talk to, head on the ground, will never pack and leave you. they rest calm bending in the breeze coming out the cracks in the pavement as they make a statement about the way things are and will always be.
they let us see passed yesterday to the beating now, the moments that show me how to live with open pedals, as I...
symbolic preservation
It is why the pharaohs built their tombs and it is why we are afraid of tomorrow. I want out of the system of pleasing the system, but I find it hard to see myself. Sometimes it takes some mirrors, held up by people who are trustworthy, to catch a glimpse of your own shadows. The past weeks have been just that. Through coffee dates, space to evaluate, and an environment for me to shift my thinking...
“if you were coming in the fall,
id brush the summer by”
– emily dickinson
mark || announcement
The first narrative account of what Jesus was up to when he walked these wild landscapes, has always gripped me. I was telling a friend that I often begin reading it and stop somewhere around chapter 11. It is usually a time thing or purely distractability because the thing is only 16 chapters. The story moves fast as Jesus rushes along the countryside trying to keep up with the way God is...
non-anxious presence
A non-anxious presence was the posture Jesus was moving within when he said things like, “don’t worry about tomorrow” or “loose your life.” A guy Peter, who I met this week, said that Jesus was moving within a larger framework of love. He said this looked like loving engagement without capitchulating your fears or anxieties.
I reread Don Miller’s book, now...
“we can only do what we are, but, paradoxically, what we are is shaped by our...”
– joel green
lent || finished
From the cross John records Jesus saying, “it is finished.” What is finished?Well, John went out of his way to make the point that Jesus saw himself remaking the world, bringing about a kind of new creation. And so as God said after creating the cosmos, “it is finished,” so Jesus echoes these words as the old way to things begins to meet its end. The creation gets a second chance and a whole new...
lent || sierra madre
I want to be the kind of person, who is there. The kind of friend you dare to say is your best. Showing up not to be seen but to give, because present in a gift is the abandonment of self. The first offering we have to the world we find yourselves in. All I have is you and all we have is each other. But at the same time there is another. Its the One that holds us together, along with time, and the...