8.30.2007
8.27.2007
super heroes...
my brother and i love super heroes. my brother moreso than me. his favorite is superman, and i think deep down every little boy or man wants to be superman.
i met a super hero today. a superman.
so i go to watch my brother's swim team practice. he's the coach. all the kids are wondering who i am and why i'm there. i really just wanted to say hi to my brother since i never see him, and he doesn't live at home anymore.
i remember he said he would never be a teacher. he teaches high school math. he would never work with kids. his second job is coaching the swim team for kids 12 and under. "20 push-ups!" he yells. one little girl looks up adoringly, "hey daniel guess what? i joined my middle school swim club today" he responds, "so". she smiles bigger. another kid walks up and playfully pulls on his arms to stretch. he playfully pulls back. a scrawny boy with tinted glasses walks up, "hey daniel, guess what i got on my math test today...93!" my brother responds unenthusiastically, "good for you". the kids beams. daniel turns to me and smirks. he really loves his job...with kids. and they love him!
he's their superman...how cool is that? and i'm his sister!!
i met a super hero today. a superman.
so i go to watch my brother's swim team practice. he's the coach. all the kids are wondering who i am and why i'm there. i really just wanted to say hi to my brother since i never see him, and he doesn't live at home anymore.
i remember he said he would never be a teacher. he teaches high school math. he would never work with kids. his second job is coaching the swim team for kids 12 and under. "20 push-ups!" he yells. one little girl looks up adoringly, "hey daniel guess what? i joined my middle school swim club today" he responds, "so". she smiles bigger. another kid walks up and playfully pulls on his arms to stretch. he playfully pulls back. a scrawny boy with tinted glasses walks up, "hey daniel, guess what i got on my math test today...93!" my brother responds unenthusiastically, "good for you". the kids beams. daniel turns to me and smirks. he really loves his job...with kids. and they love him!
he's their superman...how cool is that? and i'm his sister!!
8.26.2007
target
driving to target to buy two new notebooks and some rubber cement because i made the brilliant decision to REorganize and condense the memories of my life into two categories: travels and writings. hopefully i can have everything i ever want to reference in two places rather than scattered into a million boxes and envelopes and half-finished "journals" that never get finished because something inside of me can't pass by a blank sketchbook or journal and not buy it...yeah. run-ons. it's going to be a long night.
on the way the most beautiful sky caught my attention. there's this cloud with a silver lining. not just silver, but white light. amazing. i never get tired of the sky, because it's never the same sky twice. something is always different.
one of my favorite songs came on: it's one of those songs that make my emotions fall prostrate. i get really quiet and start to take off my shoes. some college worship leader wrote it...not on google yet. i kind of like that it's not google-able, but i'm also frustrated that i have no way of getting all the lyrics. not all the words are audible as the guy sings them. the words i do get are awesome...
"death and silence bow to christ," he sings repetitively as the music builds, and finally a chorus of voices sing, loudly, "i'm alive, i've come back to reclaim my bride, and death itself has died." amazing.
of all inside of me that wants to be angry at god, i can't. not after that. not after remembering who he is.
on the way the most beautiful sky caught my attention. there's this cloud with a silver lining. not just silver, but white light. amazing. i never get tired of the sky, because it's never the same sky twice. something is always different.
one of my favorite songs came on: it's one of those songs that make my emotions fall prostrate. i get really quiet and start to take off my shoes. some college worship leader wrote it...not on google yet. i kind of like that it's not google-able, but i'm also frustrated that i have no way of getting all the lyrics. not all the words are audible as the guy sings them. the words i do get are awesome...
"death and silence bow to christ," he sings repetitively as the music builds, and finally a chorus of voices sing, loudly, "i'm alive, i've come back to reclaim my bride, and death itself has died." amazing.
of all inside of me that wants to be angry at god, i can't. not after that. not after remembering who he is.
8.25.2007
that verse...
so dark is light? waiting and wanting to know if it's true...you know, that phrase that she heard that time from that guy singing on that cd.
oh that thing! right now i want to know....really. and where did that guy on that cd get that phrase. it keeps popping up as a poor explanation for why things are the way that THEY are. it's not really a poor explanation. it's actually quite perfect, and that's the problem.
i spend my days trying to make sense of things. and when i make sense of things, things suck. so really, why make sense. why not accept the beauty of the mystery? the mystery remains despite my incredible sense-making skills, and that kills me.
I need to be killed more often. that would be perfect.
oh that thing! right now i want to know....really. and where did that guy on that cd get that phrase. it keeps popping up as a poor explanation for why things are the way that THEY are. it's not really a poor explanation. it's actually quite perfect, and that's the problem.
i spend my days trying to make sense of things. and when i make sense of things, things suck. so really, why make sense. why not accept the beauty of the mystery? the mystery remains despite my incredible sense-making skills, and that kills me.
I need to be killed more often. that would be perfect.
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