Friday, January 29, 2010
Divine Milieu...Springsteen...Darkness on The Edge of Town...
Everybody's got a secret Sonny
Something that they just can't face
Some folks spend their whole lives trying to keep it
They carry it with them every step that they take
Till some day they just cut it loose
Cut it loose or let it drag 'em down
Where no one asks any questions
Or looks too long in your face
In the darkness on the edge of town...
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Divine Milieu...One...
In the mood for some more U2...and T.S. Eliot
"Where is the life that is lost in the living..."
-T.S. Eliot
Have you come here for forgiveness,
Have you come to raise the dead
Have you come here to play Jesus to the lepers in your head
Did I ask too much, more than a lot
You gave me nothing, now it's all I got.
We're one, but we're not the same.
Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.
You say love is a temple, love a higher law
Love is a temple, love the higher law.
You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl
And I can't be holding on to what you got,
when all you got is hurt.
One love, one blood, one life, you got to do what you should.
One life with each other: sisters, brothers.
One life, but we're not the same.
We get to carry each other, carry each other.
One, one.
For Catherine...Divine Milieu...Le bon Dieu...
Something is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it is
I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did
Cause hardness, it sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin
I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone, anything at all
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know which way the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
In summer I can taste the salt in the sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on a breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me
I'm a man, I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes
Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to know what it is will break you
I don't know where the wind will blow
Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't wanna see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye
Did I waste it?
Not so much I couldn't taste it
Life should be fragrant
Roof top to the basement
The last of the rock stars
When hip hop drove the big cars
In the time when new media
Was the big idea
That was the big idea
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Springsteen and Buechner...
“In the hollow of the evening, as you lay your head to rest
May the evening stars scatter a shining crown upon your breast
In the darkness of the morning as the sky struggles to light
May the rising sun caress and bless your soul for all your life…”
-Springsteen, Surprise,Surprise
“The shattering revelation of that moment was that true peace, the high and bidding peace that passeth all understanding, is to be had not on retreat from the battle, but only in the thick of the battle. To journey for the sake of saving our own lives is little by little to cease to live in any sense that really matters, even to ourselves, because it is only by journeying for the world’s sake – even when the world bores and sickens and scares you half to death – that little by little we start to come alive. It was not a conclusion that I came to in time. It was a conclusion from beyond time that came to me. God knows I have never been any good at following the road it pointed me to, but at least, by grace, I glimpsed the road and saw that it is the only one worth traveling.”
-Buechner, Listening To Your Life
May the evening stars scatter a shining crown upon your breast
In the darkness of the morning as the sky struggles to light
May the rising sun caress and bless your soul for all your life…”
-Springsteen, Surprise,Surprise
“The shattering revelation of that moment was that true peace, the high and bidding peace that passeth all understanding, is to be had not on retreat from the battle, but only in the thick of the battle. To journey for the sake of saving our own lives is little by little to cease to live in any sense that really matters, even to ourselves, because it is only by journeying for the world’s sake – even when the world bores and sickens and scares you half to death – that little by little we start to come alive. It was not a conclusion that I came to in time. It was a conclusion from beyond time that came to me. God knows I have never been any good at following the road it pointed me to, but at least, by grace, I glimpsed the road and saw that it is the only one worth traveling.”
-Buechner, Listening To Your Life
Tired But Very Much Alive
Tired from the drive yesterday, yet I am feeling very much alive and energized from being on this journey thru the past as I live it in the moment. Catherine has been right about so much - hope that she is well in Madrid! Even though we are separated by geography our souls are held together by the same spirit.
I am so anticipating each day that lays ahead and enjoying each moment, lingering in it, soaking up all the life and meaning in the seconds of the moments. Listening for grace in all the sounds and what my life is saying to me in all these key moments.
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I am so anticipating each day that lays ahead and enjoying each moment, lingering in it, soaking up all the life and meaning in the seconds of the moments. Listening for grace in all the sounds and what my life is saying to me in all these key moments.
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Faema Caffe in Toronto....
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U2...Breathe...Some Lyrics....
Walk out into the street
Sing your heart out
The people we meet
Will not be drowned out
There's nothing you have that I need
I can breathe
Breathe now
Yeah, yeah
We are people borne of sound
The songs are in our eyes
Gonna wear them like a crown
Walk out, into the sunburst street
Sing your heart out, sing my heart out
I've found grace inside a sound
I found grace, it's all that I found
And I can breathe
Breathe now
Sing your heart out
The people we meet
Will not be drowned out
There's nothing you have that I need
I can breathe
Breathe now
Yeah, yeah
We are people borne of sound
The songs are in our eyes
Gonna wear them like a crown
Walk out, into the sunburst street
Sing your heart out, sing my heart out
I've found grace inside a sound
I found grace, it's all that I found
And I can breathe
Breathe now
My Place Today...Toronto
Well I woke up in Toronto today! Weird to think that yesterday I woke up in Two Harbors – the driving went very well. It was a long, but good day with various surprises, blessings, moments of grace so that the day kept getting better and better. Listened to a lot of really great music along the way, received some encouraging e-mail from some wonderful people in my life that I will be seeing on this journey soon.
Today, I am spending the day in Toronto. I am staying with my cousin Kathleen. While she is at work I going to spend some time getting some writing done and catch up on some sleep if I can.
Will keep updating on here.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Leaving in the Morning...The Journey Thru The Past...
"Morning, a time for breaking ground and sowing seeds,
and yet we give up our sunshine
so we can buy what we need.
That leaves the evening, to share a fire with a friend or two,
to lose sight of the hours
To go lightly with you
I let time go lightly when I'm here with you,
I let time go lightly when the day is through.
I keep a watch on time when I've got work to do,
I let time go lightly with you.
Old friends, they mean much more to me than the new friends,
Cause they can see where you are,
and they know where you've been..."
-Harry Chapin, Let Time Go Lightly
Well I am drinking a Labatt's Blue and thinking about the Journey Thru the Past that I will be starting tomorrow morning. Heading to Toronto in the morning...talked with my cousin Kathleen and I am going to stay with her tomorrow night and then figure out where to go next. Write a paper and some blog entries in Toronto.
I also talked with my Aunt Julie and Uncle Michael tonight which was great, good to talk with family, people that have known me since I was born. That is why I have the lyrics to the Harry Chapin song, "Old friends (family), they mean much more to me than the new friends,Cause they can see where you are, and they know where you've been..." My new friends are awesome, and wonderful yet, there is something about talking to people who have known you for a long time. Tonight I talked with Becky, an old friend that I have not talked to in eighteen years or so - that was also a wonderful experience. So good to have so much family and so many friends in my life!
Interesting, that Julie encouraged me to have some good music on during my trip tomorrow and that Catherine also encouraged me with the same advice. Catherine's words and thoughts hang heavy in my mind as I contemplate what the next weeks will bring and also what Hemingway wrote, "That tomorrow should come and that I should be there." Looking forward to the adventure...I want as Springsteen sings, "...to know if love is wild, I want to know if love is real..."
Will keep updating on here each day...
and yet we give up our sunshine
so we can buy what we need.
That leaves the evening, to share a fire with a friend or two,
to lose sight of the hours
To go lightly with you
I let time go lightly when I'm here with you,
I let time go lightly when the day is through.
I keep a watch on time when I've got work to do,
I let time go lightly with you.
Old friends, they mean much more to me than the new friends,
Cause they can see where you are,
and they know where you've been..."
-Harry Chapin, Let Time Go Lightly
Well I am drinking a Labatt's Blue and thinking about the Journey Thru the Past that I will be starting tomorrow morning. Heading to Toronto in the morning...talked with my cousin Kathleen and I am going to stay with her tomorrow night and then figure out where to go next. Write a paper and some blog entries in Toronto.
I also talked with my Aunt Julie and Uncle Michael tonight which was great, good to talk with family, people that have known me since I was born. That is why I have the lyrics to the Harry Chapin song, "Old friends (family), they mean much more to me than the new friends,Cause they can see where you are, and they know where you've been..." My new friends are awesome, and wonderful yet, there is something about talking to people who have known you for a long time. Tonight I talked with Becky, an old friend that I have not talked to in eighteen years or so - that was also a wonderful experience. So good to have so much family and so many friends in my life!
Interesting, that Julie encouraged me to have some good music on during my trip tomorrow and that Catherine also encouraged me with the same advice. Catherine's words and thoughts hang heavy in my mind as I contemplate what the next weeks will bring and also what Hemingway wrote, "That tomorrow should come and that I should be there." Looking forward to the adventure...I want as Springsteen sings, "...to know if love is wild, I want to know if love is real..."
Will keep updating on here each day...
Friday, January 22, 2010
Rich Mullins...Wounds Of Love...
It's a quarter 'til tomorrow
And it's only half past yesterday
The here and the now
Done come and gone
It's gone away
And the moon over Two Harbors winks
And nods its head for a long good night
And I don't know where you are
And I don't know how you're sleeping
But I sure do hope that you're alright
And may the angel of His presence keep your heart
And when your prayers give flight to your dreams
May the only scars you see on their wings
Be the wounds of love
Be the wounds of love
The bottle is still so full
There's no one here to turn the tap
So much in me wants to reach out and hold you
But you're so far away I can't do that
And the dark comes through
these windows on the wind
Makes those votives glow more brilliantly
Well, if passion can lead to prayer
Maybe prayer can give us faith
And if faith is all we've got
Then maybe faith is all we need
And may the angel of His presence keep your heart
And when your prayers give flight to your dreams
May the only scars you see on their wings
Be the wounds of love
Be the wounds of love
And it's only half past yesterday
The here and the now
Done come and gone
It's gone away
And the moon over Two Harbors winks
And nods its head for a long good night
And I don't know where you are
And I don't know how you're sleeping
But I sure do hope that you're alright
And may the angel of His presence keep your heart
And when your prayers give flight to your dreams
May the only scars you see on their wings
Be the wounds of love
Be the wounds of love
The bottle is still so full
There's no one here to turn the tap
So much in me wants to reach out and hold you
But you're so far away I can't do that
And the dark comes through
these windows on the wind
Makes those votives glow more brilliantly
Well, if passion can lead to prayer
Maybe prayer can give us faith
And if faith is all we've got
Then maybe faith is all we need
And may the angel of His presence keep your heart
And when your prayers give flight to your dreams
May the only scars you see on their wings
Be the wounds of love
Be the wounds of love
Divine Milieu...U2 - 40...
I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the LORD and put their trust in him.
- Psalm 40:1-3
Catherine, Chicote's Bar & The Journey Thru The Past...
Night again…another period of daylight has passed, time every creeping onward in its persistent progression, relentless in its fortitude. Today I did receive the e-mail that I was hoping for last night and this morning and I can now reveal the identity of the person I was anticipating hearing from – the theologian/author Catherine Barclay, PhD. Through her thoughts and writings Catherine has had a profound influence on my life; she is a wonderful person that has unique qualities that one can not quite forget once being engaged by her. I have heard that she does most of her writing now at Chicote’s bar in Madrid, a place of inspiration and illumination; it is thought that Hemingway spent some time there while he was in Spain during the 30’s. I am looking forward to taking her advice and embarking on my journey thru the past in the next couple of days. Anticipating grace in the journey and in the places and in the faces I encounter on it.
A Journey Through The Past…A Prelude…and Some Sci-Fi Theology…
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. (George Eliot)
And I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. (U2)
There is a secret set within each of our hearts. It often goes unnoticed, we rarely can put words to it, and yet it guides us throughout the days of our lives. This secret remains hidden for the most part in our deepest selves. It is simply the desire for life as it was meant to be. Isn’t there a life you have been searching for all your days? You may not always be aware of your search, and there are times when you seem to have abandoned looking altogether. But again and again it returns to us, this yearning that cries out for the life we prize. It is elusive, to be sure. It seems to come and go at will. Seasons may pass until it surfaces again. And though it seems to taunt us, and may at times cause us great pain, we know when it returns that it is priceless. For if we could recover this desire, unearth it from beneath all other distractions, and embrace it as our deepest treasure, we would discover the secret of our existence.
-John Eldredge from Desire
“…through my revulsion at my own weaknesses as well as through such satisfaction as I had in my own strengths, it seems to me now that a power from beyond time was working to achieve its own aim through my aimless life in time as it works through the lives of all of us and all our times.”
-Frederick Buechner
Morning has come as it invariable does and with it all the possibilities of the day if we can jettison the fear that is some how within each of us at some level and let the heart be free and alive. Much easier to write these words than to live them…like all of life the degree to which this is easier or harder rests on the season or moment we find ourselves in. Hoping for some indication as to the direction my day will take before leaving on a journey through the past. Waiting…waiting to see…
And I still haven’t found what I’m looking for. (U2)
There is a secret set within each of our hearts. It often goes unnoticed, we rarely can put words to it, and yet it guides us throughout the days of our lives. This secret remains hidden for the most part in our deepest selves. It is simply the desire for life as it was meant to be. Isn’t there a life you have been searching for all your days? You may not always be aware of your search, and there are times when you seem to have abandoned looking altogether. But again and again it returns to us, this yearning that cries out for the life we prize. It is elusive, to be sure. It seems to come and go at will. Seasons may pass until it surfaces again. And though it seems to taunt us, and may at times cause us great pain, we know when it returns that it is priceless. For if we could recover this desire, unearth it from beneath all other distractions, and embrace it as our deepest treasure, we would discover the secret of our existence.
-John Eldredge from Desire
“…through my revulsion at my own weaknesses as well as through such satisfaction as I had in my own strengths, it seems to me now that a power from beyond time was working to achieve its own aim through my aimless life in time as it works through the lives of all of us and all our times.”
-Frederick Buechner
Morning has come as it invariable does and with it all the possibilities of the day if we can jettison the fear that is some how within each of us at some level and let the heart be free and alive. Much easier to write these words than to live them…like all of life the degree to which this is easier or harder rests on the season or moment we find ourselves in. Hoping for some indication as to the direction my day will take before leaving on a journey through the past. Waiting…waiting to see…
Divine Milieu...Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here...
So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
Divine Milieu...Neil and Bruce - Helpless...
There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless.
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