Tuesday, April 26, 2011

It's time to

I'm leaving to spend a month in Europe.
I will be singing in several different countries.
I will be traveling with many fantastic people that I care for so much.
I can only imagine the fun, adventure, bonding, and pondering to come.
I love plane rides.
I love bus rides.
I love going to new places.
I love trying new things (for the most part).
Haha- I am just so thrilled!
Blog when I get back :)

Sunday, April 17, 2011

I often float too much.

I'm an optimistic realist when I fight off my idealist.
I may coat my words with sarcasm at times
or pester to pure obnoxiousness,
but when it comes down to it
I love so deeply it pains me.

I float so high that the air gets thin
I lack secular oxygen and my head begins to spin
I'm in pure oblivion to reality
all I see is what can be
and my heart explodes at the uncertainty of it coming to pass in my vicinity.

Global unity!
My mind can't comprehend the possibilities!
One world, one love, one family.
Instead we live in incongruity.
We hurt a brother, sister, or mother to get ahead with disgusting fluidity.
We reach for a dream that borders on selfish stupidity.
We make choices that encourage and promote inhumane cruelty.
In relation to our God we sleep around with unconcerned infidelity.
We're in hell, you see?

Shall we continue like this?
Is it our duty?
Or shall we turn the tides and reject all of which is expected?
There is more beyond the clothes, the hair, the money and the Book,
a new way of living that screams from the inside, if we'd take a look-
reminding our hearts of what is good, and real, and true-
there is much to ponder, and even more to do.



Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Just so you know:

I'm not completely sure why.

Maybe it's because my family took a lot of trips when I was younger.
Maybe it's because I've gone on mission trips.
Maybe it's because I enjoy getting away.

Or maybe it's because I'm always searching.
I couldn't quite tell you for what,
but my heart is ever expectant when I travel.
I can't stop doing it.
I love moving- I love settling myself in new places.
I love feeling as if I don't quite belong, and pretending as if I always have.
I love breathing the air of an unfamiliar place.
I love carrying my possessions in a compact carry-along.
I love the rush of airports and busy streets.
Surrounded by new people,
new desires,
new struggles,
new heartbreaks,
new love and laughter,
new inspiration.
And I'm never so alone.
And I'm never found at home.

I feel perpetually unsettled.

and I think that's how it should be.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Ever since I was young

I have tried to imagine what it would be like to be homeless.
I've....kind of wanted to try it.

Sound crazy yet?

To voluntarily be homeless would be an adventure:

*Your life wouldn't be ruled by money
*you wouldn't be bound by a house or job
*you would consume (in all senses) so much less
*you would be so much more in tune with your surroundings and nature
*you would live every day with a certain hope and trust that you will be provided for
*you could go a lot of places, and in your own time
*you'd have to be clever, using what you've got and what you find
*you would appreciate all that you do have
*you would be, in some ways, free.

I do not wish to belittle those who are homeless or who struggle to get by-
and I hope my words are not taken as insensitive or completely ignorant:
obviously I have never truly been without a place to reside and cannot fully understand what it is like.
But I do wonder, I do consider other ways of living.

In the book "Asphalt Jesus" by Eric Elnes, he meets "Mark Creek-Water,"
a "voluntarily houseless, not homeless," man.
He drinks water from creeks, bathes in creeks, find shoes or clothing on the side of the road (or buys secondhand), walks everywhere, sleeps outdoors, shares whatever he does receive, and seems to be one of the happiest men that Elnes has encountered.
Mark's cares are vital (e.g. Where am I going to get food? Where am I going to sleep?), but they are few.

Few cares.
Doesn't that sound nice?

I don't know. Maybe I'm crazy.
Or maybe I'm sick of buying into wanting the "American Dream" like so many dream about.
I want to live simply and fully.

In Walden, a book that tells the tale of Henry David Thoreau going into the woods to live life straight from nature, he states:
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die discover that I had not lived."

I hear you Henry, I hear you.