Feeling, Seeing, Hearing, No Words

This isn’t quite me, yet! 🙂

Some mornings you wake up, ready to write your new blog.  You log on, and stare at the “Add New Post” heading.  Nothing.  No theme or topic pops up into your mind.  Uh-oh…it’s going to be a picture only or a video day, you say to yourself.  But, rebelliously, you don’t want that; you want to write something.  You look around…blue skies, green trees, bright sunshine.  All very beautiful and inspiring.  You hear amazing music in your mind, and words and musical textures swirl around, waiting to be discussed at large on the blog.  Still nothing.  You feel a myriad of feelings, some good, some grateful, some confused and anxious.  But you don’t want to share all of that today.

So I continue to stare, and mindlessly type these words, and this is what you get.

Yeah, buddy.

“Sometimes you feel like a nut; sometimes you don’t.”  (Almond Joy commercial, 1970’s)

“We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groans that words cannot express.”  (Romans 8:26b)

Enjoy your day, feeling, seeing and hearing…even if you have no words to express it all.  Slainte, Lisa

*Images provided via Google Images.*

Stones Crying Out

Stones are everywhere in Ireland.  Special ones, not so special ones.  Remnants of some great castle, and remnants of simple cottages.  Stones on the edge of a great sea cliff, and stones gathered throughout fields to contain the sheep and cattle.  The Burren is so filled with stones that you cannot walk two inches without stepping on one.

I have been listening this morning to U2’s “Gloria” and “Rejoice”.  Crying out in praise to God, making the choice to praise.  It reminds me of the passage where Jesus is talking to all those religious leaders.  The leaders are upset because His followers are praising God loudly for all His miracles that they had seen.  Jesus says, “I tell you, if they keep quiet, the stones will cry out.”  (Luke 19:40)

mizen head ireland

The stones in this picture of Mizen Head are definitely crying out to God in their stark beauty.  And I want to do the same.  Slainte, Lisa

Originality

“Originality is not doing something no one else has ever done, but doing what has been done countless times with new life, new breath.   – Marie Chaplan

Creativity, originality is placed carefully into all of us by God.  Because He is like that, and we are made in His image.  Whether it be music, writing, drama, art, decorating, gardening, caregiving, athletics (the list could go on indefinitely), we all have that originality within us.  Find that thing in you, even if it is very small right now, and breath new life and new breath into it.  Nurture it and let it come alive.  What a blessing you will be to the sad, worn-out world that needs a spark of hope and life.

Shine!  Slainte, Lisa

“You are the light of the world.  A city on a hill cannot be hidden…Let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and praise your Father in heaven.” – Jesus (Matthew 5:14,16)

Romantic Attachments and the Fortune Cookie

My husband and I were enjoying a quiet, kids-are-out-of-the-house dinner date at home.  Eating Chinese take-out, talking without interruptions, laughing at silly inside jokes, you get the picture.  Then we get to the “opening of the fortune cookie” ritual.  My slip of paper was of no consequence and is irrelevant to the post at hand.  Ed’s paper however, said the following:

“Don’t expect romantic attachments to be strictly logical or rational!”

My sweet husband held this small piece of paper up beside my face, read it out loud, looked at me, looked back at the paper, nodded, and said, “Yep, I can see that.”

I laughed indignantly, pretending to be insulted, but it was too funny to be.  Besides, I was strangely flattered to be considered illogical and irrational.  Don’t ask me why; it’s probably some side effect of being a musician.  🙂

Romance is wonderful, heady, lovely, and yes, sometimes illogical and irrational.  But marrying Ed was the most logical and rational thing I have ever done, and I’m glad that he romantically attached himself to me.

Slainte, Lisa