Sunday, August 30, 2009

Freshmen: I ain't a Man but I am pretty Fresh.

Repetition is the best form of making things stick:


I will start seeing a counselor,.
I have been eating and will continue to exercise.
I will take time to sit with Jesus until I burst.
I will make time for myself.
I will pull over the side of the road to cry if I have to.
I will be open with my mom, dad and sisters.
And anything that follows will be bonus.

I will start seeing a counselor,.
I have been eating and will continue to exercise.
I will take time to sit with Jesus until I burst.
I will make time for myself.
I will pull over the side of the road to cry if I have to.
I will be open with my mom, dad and sisters.
And anything that follows will be bonus.

I will start seeing a counselor,.
I have been eating and will continue to exercise.
I will take time to sit with Jesus until I burst.
I will make time for myself.
I will pull over the side of the road to cry if I have to.
I will be open with my mom, dad and sisters.
And anything that follows will be bonus.


And anything that follows will be bonus.

I start school again tomorrow. Its suppose to be my "last" year, but I have a feeling it's not because transfer students are cursed.
I returned to school when everyone was checking in and I didn't really recognize anyone.

This feels like my first year.
First year. New Beginnings.
Here we go again Freshmen.

And anything that follows will be bonus.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Hazelnut

Today was a great day.

It had everything I wanted, even when I didn't know what that was.

Running errands for yourself is almost therapeutic. You get things done for you so you make the future best for you.
Today was like that, making whatever happens next a little better.

I learned about the next step in this process of leases ending and changes in living arrangements beginning.

Went to best buy.
I know... thats weird. Best Buy is for Dad's and uncles and manic Christmas shoppers, not me in this heat.
But I had some things to get there and it felt so good looking for what I needed.
I was looking for something that will make whatever happens next a little more interesting.

I had a huge craving for dunkin donuts coffee for some reason, so thats what I went to get next.
And to my disappointment, the closest Dunkin has been shut down.

Great.
I guess if I see one I'll stop by... or maybe next time.
So on my way to more errands (well, more like cereal and milk grocery shopping) I found a Goodwill along the way.

I got my honey-nut oats, milk, eggs, and corn pops and headed towards the Goodwill across the street, but NO! I wanted something special for me, and although I haven't done anything to deserve it, I wanted to satisfy the day.

So I kept driving until I found a Dunkin.
The line took forever. Two old ladies ahead of two other people. This better be the best damn coffee I have ever had.

It wasn't, but I took it in stride, and went back to the beacon of reminiscence that is a Goodwill and I looked through everything.
EVERYTHING.

No one was waiting for me and although I had eggs and milk in the hot car..... wait, what...who am I? a grandmother?? Who cares about the freakin eggs and milk?!

I came out with a special illustrated edition of Alice in Wonderland.
A Chicago record album with a fantastic cover.
2 compact discs of 90's glory.
The aspiration to become just like the old lady who was singing of Jesus' grace because her joy was too big for her body to contain.

And still a half full medium cup of Hazelnut Iced Coffee.

Thank God for Tuesday.
And Hazelnut Coffee.




Monday, August 24, 2009

What Wild-Eyed Beast You Be.

Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by the things other people create.


Some people use trash to make their home decor.

Some people use technology to make things we've never seen before on TV, the internet, or movies.

Some people use stringed, brass, vocals, drums, and a plethora of other instruments (and sometimes buckets and random objects alike) to reach into feelings and realizations that we didn't even know existed inside of us.

Some people have talent and use it to its full potential, whether its hospitality, math, "fixer" of things, being a physician, being an animal specialists, setting up lights, sitting with someone, cooking, etc. etc. etc.


Recently, something has literally comprised all that I have been through and all that I will go through... all because someone created it.


However, you won't see it like I see it.

Maybe you never will.

But that is the beauty of what was made.


I have held on to this piece because it appeared randomly during the release of my deepest weakness and pain.

I hold on to it because it explains a lot.

I will hold on to it because it will make me remember where I was.


This piece is a song called "The Space Between" by The Dave Matthews Band.

You've probably heard of it...


As cheesy as it sounds, yeah, its a song.

But I am not a musician. If I play an instrument its probably because I'm really good at faking it.

But what this song makes me feel and what the words portray are enough to make the simplest human transcend any form of musical comprehension.


So now I repeat:

You won't see it like I see it.

Maybe you never will.

But that is the beauty of what this song has given me.


I looked up the lyrics and to be honest, some of the words don't have anything to do with the realization it gave me.

But all the other words swirl around into a mixture of understanding. It's so refreshing.


I continued to look into the song and the reasons for why it was written.

Here is what I came up with:


i think the song reminds us that no matter what we do in life there will always be that space that we can never quite fill and it effects us in ways that we can never understand.
- brian, dekalb, IL


This song reminds me of a couple who are waiting and waiting- whom the man is completely in love with a happily married woman and the happily married woman is love with the other man. It reminds me of the lies they would tell to eachother and to anyone else involved just to fight to keep what they have going. It is about two people who would do anything to be together-but won't because they can't make it right.....Still they can't help it... even though they know it is a sin to ever even consider being together... So- finally in the end they just do the wrong thing and choose to be together no matter the consequenses because their love was so strong and right- even if everyone saw see it as wrong.
- Tahnya, Plano, TX


I think its about a gay guy. stuck in the closet ya know?
- sam, swannanoa, NC


This song to me sounds like a conversation between two people. Like Dave is saying something and the next line is someone responding.

- Cheryl, Schenectady, NY


I saw a documentary on The Dave Mathews Band, and he was saying his music is made to inspire people. He did an amazing job. And pretty much the lyrics mean whatever you hear them to be. Whatever personal is going on in your life at that moment will influence the meaning on the song. He is very poetic and loves what he does very much, and it shows.
- Bethany, Hamilton, OH


...... I remember reading about an interview with Dave matthews and he was asked what a certain song was about and he said that to him now it meant something completely different than it does to him today. He said that everyone who hears a song will derive the meaning the need or want out of it, because we are all unique and all are presented with different obstacles and rewards and that is what shapes the meaning of a song. He saiys when he hears a song he wrote ten years ago on the radio or in the car or plays it at a show he sometimes will all the sudden be like wow that means this to me. Because he has changed and his outlook on the world has changed.
- Nicole, Portland, ME



So everyone has an opinion. It is all different.

Some more elaborate than others. But still, it means something either way.


As I reread the lyrics again, some of the words don't connect-


I'm not in love with anyone, but I've been spinning in the madness of a rollercoaster.

I don't need to hold anyone, but I did go off like a devil in a church in a middle of a crowded room, so I need to be held.

I'm refering what I'm writing to many people. People around me will find this song differently than I did, but I pray we don't take this ship down, in our own ways.

I have cried tears but the laughter will make me come back for more, even if tears are there again.

The fickle, fuddled words I've used confuse me in the twisted game I played in my head.

The strange allies I've made and that I've become all have hearts that are warring for much more and yet I've lied to them about what I am to keep safe from the pain.

And so on and so on...


"The Space Between" by DMB

You cannot quit me so quickly

There's no hope in you for me

No corner you could squeeze me

But I got all the time for you, love


The Space Between

The tears we cry

Is the laughter keeps us coming back for more

The Space Between

The wicked lies we tell

And hope to keep safe from the pain


But will I hold you again?

These fickle, fuddled words confuse me

Like 'Will it rain today?'

Waste the hours with talking, talking

These twisted games we're playing


We're strange allies

With warring hearts

What wild-eyed beast you be

The Space Between

The wicked lies we tell

And hope to keep safe from the pain


Will I hold you again?

Will I hold...


Look at us spinning out in

The madness of a roller coaster

You know you went off like a devil

In a church in the middle of a crowded room

All we can do, my love

Is hope we don't take this ship down


The Space Between

Where you're smiling high

Is where you'll find me if I get to go

The Space Between

The bullets in our firefight

Is where I'll be hiding, waiting for you

The rain that falls

Splash in your heart

Ran like sadness down the window into...

The Space Between

Our wicked lies

Is where we hope to keep safe from pain


Take my hand

'Cause we're walking out of here

Oh, right out of here

Love is all we need here


The Space Between

What's wrong and right

Is where you'll find me hiding, waiting for you

The Space Between

Your heart and mine

Is the space we'll fill with time

The Space Between...



I found this in my search for the song's meaning.

It's someone's opinion again, but I couldn't have written it any better:


"In every relationship there comes a time when you recognize that as much as you care about the other person, we are always still alone. There are things that we can only deal with as individuals, and when you care about someone it is very difficult to watch them go through a difficult time, such as a depression. You want to be able to hold them and take their pain away, but it is not possible; all you can do is wait patiently while they go through their own emotional process-- that is when you are painfully aware of the space between."

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

I guess Someone can answer me...

Well, that was fast.

I didn't think it would be so, but someone did answer my question, and so the next step seems so much less frightening and a lot more comforting.

Who would have thought that a little bit of courage and the confession of a whole lot of mess can get you a good night's sleep?


"...because the Truth will.... what?"
"Set you Free."

Hosanna, Hallelujah.

Monday, August 17, 2009

It is raining.

I don't think there has been such a difficult time as this.
The time right now, with the issues pressing on and the helplessness I feel among it all.

The tightening of my neck and the short breaths I take are only a little bit of the physical reactions to what's in my mind.
I can't even begin with what IS inside.

But as I speak those that I need don't want to listen.
And as I don't speak, others are willing to spend the time.

I'm confused, angry, expectant, irritated, sleepless, lonely and afraid.

But mostly, expectant.

So what now?
Can someone please answer me that?