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one year (plus)

I haven’t had a chance to write anything in a year.

 

That’s a lie… I have had time, I just haven’t.

Long life

Music speaks to me, on many levels.  I am constantly captivated by genres of music that I do not expect and depending on my mood it will change.  I know this isn’t a groundbreaking discovery.  I am sure music speaks to you as well. (I would actually be impressed if music didn’t speak to you.) The point is this; there is a song for everything.

“Rolling in the Deep” – Adele is finding new meanings to my soul.  Her voice is captivating. It’s like the south has taken a hold of my soul.  I am not generally drawn to this style of music, but it’s out of ignorance more than anything.  Adele had me interested with “Chasing Pavements” but I wasn’t jumping at the chance to buy her album and then she disappeared.  This song has a resurgence and a power that I can’t really seem to describe.

Do you know when it hit me?
It wasn’t the countless times I’ve heard this at work. Nor was it the few times I’ve heard it with my girlfriend Jenna. No, I realized how powerful this song was after Young The Giant covered it. The past three songs I have listened to while preparing and whilst writing this are the two different versions of this song. YTG has the lead with two of the three, but that’s because Sameer’s voice is as interesting and as powerful (to me) as Adele.

Check out both versions.
Young The Giant
Adele

Let me know what you think.

imagine

Do you believe?

Do you believe in anything? Life? Love? Work? Hope?

Imagine a world of believers. A world filled with childlike wonderment. A life that is filled with days that are enacts gloomy regardless of the weather. If you dont, please know it gets better. When the world seems dark and far away there are arms outstretched to run to. There are eyes and ears open so that you can believe again.

Do you trust yourself enough to believe?

Are you running on empty and hoping for someone else to fill you up?

Believe in something and know that life will return to you.

If you need an eye or ear, let me know.

Poe-lit-icle

I am far from political. I am not one to boldly state my opinions over anyone else’s. I’m not motivated by politics nor the conversations they inspire.

However, I am one of compassion and I find it hard to believe the way that we are treating our current president. As of now, he has not gone on record to state the improvements we are reaching because everyone is focused on his health care reform.

Believe it or not, we all need healthcare in some form or another. If you like the way we are headed, good for you. If you don’t, maybe the specifics aren’t great but do not deny someone medical attention. I recently did not have great coverage and if something would have happened, I would have been stuck in a tight situation. I couldn’t afford the coverage that I had. If the reform act would have been in place I wouldn’t have been worried like I was. I am, thankfully, employed by a company that offers an excellent healthcare package that works for me. Before this, I was very careful in how I treated my body and making sure that I wouldn’t get caught in a situation that would cause me a hefty cost to fix.

I know that our society does not always agree on viewpoints and I’m not asking anyone to do that.  I know, also, that I can’t force you to like our president.  However, I know more than enough people that choose to not exercise their right to vote, nor do they take action when they do not like what is going on.  If you don’t like the healthcare reform that we have, I challenge you to change it so that you can agree that everyone is covered and that it’s fair for you.  If you agree with the way that the healthcare reform plan is now, then more power to you.

I challenge you to accept that our country is not going to fit the bill you have for it, but I also challenge you to make the change you want to see.

You have a voice.

You have the ability to make changes.

If you forget, the way that the world changed back in the past, people spoke up. In the 60’s and 70’s, people spoke. They told their government that they were not happy with what was going on.  They made a difference. It takes time, but if enough people stand up, a difference can be made.

 

On a less serious note.
Listen to:

LA Font
Young the Giant
Hellogoodbye (new record out on 11/9)
Mumford & Sons
The Black Keys

 

until we meet again.

If you are not familiar with where I got the inspiration for the title of this blog, please check out the band Mumford & Sons. The song has a pretty vulgar word in it a few times, but beyond that the song, and band for that matter, are pretty great. Anyway, today is a day to wear purple in remembrance of the six students that committed suicide due to the harassment they received for being gay. This has me thinking, quite a bit actually. I like to be an ear for anyone that has something to say, but am I listening to the right people? I mean sure, I can listen to my friends and family members, but am I listening to others? If someone would have been an ear for these people would the result have been the same.

I’m starting to realize that people have stories. People want to share their experiences, much like I am through this. Perhaps we are not giving people a chance to share their stories. I have noticed in my own life that I am not always listening when people are talking. It’s an unfortunate habit that I am in. Most of the time, it’s not intentional. I try to be attentive during conversations, but my mind is also known to race through countless things at any given moment.  Most of the time I can catch myself before I look like a fool when someone asks me a question, but there is the inevitable time that I am caught red-handed.

What would happen if you opened your ears to someone today? What would you learn? What would you gain? Who might you save? These are questions that swarm in my head when I hear stories like the ones that came from these horrendous acts that have happened in recent weeks.  I feel that there are lives at stake and there is something more we can do.  Obviously wearing purple today helps raise awareness today. But what about tomorrow? What about next week? What can we do to keep awareness alive?

I also think about New Orleans and Haiti in times like this. How quickly did we all forget about those places? It seems like as soon as the media coverage dissipates people seem to forget or move on to the next flavor of the month.  I think we need to stay positive and diligent. We can keep the conversation going, by listening.

I challenge you to listen to someone today. It doesn’t matter who they are. Listen to your mom, dad, brother, sister, friend, aunt, uncle, neighbor or a stranger. Ask them how they are doing and if they give you the cookie cutter answer dig deeper. There is something that needs to be said and if you give someone that avenue they will take it.

Listen to Mumford & Sons and the song of the month from Rockharbor Worship “Nothing Compares”

worship.rockharbor.com

enchanted

feel the urge to fall as the winds lead us away
drifting slowly like the waves
constantly crashing into the shore
the steady rhythm is only altered by the moon
bringing the change that we need to break the monotony

fleeting words are escaping these lips
knowing that they may never kiss
kiss the deep blue sky that comes with the night
and as the stars fill our eyes
with the constellations in the sky
we find ourselves thinking of all we could have been

there are dreams that we need to learn to get go
but we never seem to let our feelings show
how the axis of our world is altered as we grow
we find the new beginnings in the seeds we sow

so leave me here
among the concrete walls that surround the sea
there are simple solutions here
like the salt in the air
leading me to the place I thought I could never leave
this is the only place I need

Believe

Believe
Make a wish
Remember this night
For it’s the time that we both knew it was right
Breathe
Take it in
Find the straight line
This was the time that our wish came true

At 11:11 we find the truth
When the world stopped turning
And the night became dim
We stood at the crossroads
Taking it all in
Knowing that we wouldn’t have to be here again

Sleep
Drink it in
Our dreams are the truth
Even when we don’t know it yet
Keep
Keep it in
This memory is perfect
But this is the time that we dream agaian

At 11:11 we find the truth
When the world stopped turning
And the night became dim
We stood at the crossroads
Taking it all in
Knowing that we wouldn’t have to be here again

We fall in love
While we fall out of line
Bringing us back to the time of our youth
Those were the times that we felt so alive
Daring and adventurous
Leaving the world in a different place and time
Hoping for a place to call out own

At 11:11 we find the truth
When the world stopped turning
And the night became dim
We stood at the crossroads
Taking it all in
Knowing that we wouldn’t have to be here again

Standard Of Living

Remember those days
When the sun would shine
And the grass would make us feel alive
As soon as the recess bell rang we were free
To run, jump, scream
We could be anything
Playing football or kickball
Or just running as fast as we could
Like it was all we knew

The standard of living has changed dramatically
We used to be simple
And now we’ve messed it all up

There were days that we couldn’t go out
So we would sit inside and play board games
The cabin fever was rampant on these days
All we really wanted was to be outside
We needed to have that fresh air in our lungs
We needed to be able to run

The standard of living has changed drastically
We took like for granted
And now we stand on trial for what we’ve lost

Our activities now are spent indoors
With simple comforts
That take us to different places
Making us into different people
Changing our direction and thoughts
Showing us a new reality
Perhaps a false hope of the life we used to know
Maybe we are just destined to live in the past

The standard of living never changed
We made this mess thinking it was for the best
And yet here is the bed we have made
Time to take life back into our own hands

Find me staring into the sky
Hoping, begging, wishing that I’m still alive
Filling my lungs with deep breaths
Taking in all that’s left
There is a silence that fills the air
And I will stand here still
Wondering where I am

Beneath the soil and the above the clouds
Is where we find the ground
That we choose to walk on
When we finally move along
A mixed bag of tricks
Fueling the fire that is quick
Blazing the trail for our final end

If this isn’t heaven
Then it must be hell
But I refuse to believe that this is where it is
If this isn’t heaven
Then it must be hell
I’ll hold on to hope that it’s not where I am

There are ashes and embers on the ground
Filling my lungs without resound
My breath has become short
And my life has become long
The fire is around me
Yet I feel like I’ve drowned
The waters have been rising foot after foot
And I’m stuck here waiting if it’s all it took
To send me to this place I’m to call home

If this isn’t heaven
Then it must be hell
But I refuse to believe that this is where it is
If this isn’t heaven
Then it must be hell
I’ll hold on to hope that it’s not where I am

Wake up
Won’t you wake up