so i’m on a quest to get a music video (or a FEW) done. if you know any amazing videographers, push them my way. i know a couple – we’re in mid-talking season for now. look for some awesomeness coming from me soon. i just gotta get my concepts together and mess…
anyway, until i get mine together, i will be admiring the gloriousness that manifests in others’ art.
i present to you: delilah’s “breathe”
*note: i JUST found her on elitemuzik.net and i’m not even sure how i ended up on the site, but i really like her voice and the video is well shot.
carry on…
these are some of my favorite lyrics by (i think he wrote them) one of my favorite artists, kurt elling. his voice, his style, his caressing of the words, music, phrases – all of it is LOVE to me.
and what a line… “learn by going where to go”
i’ve been trying to live like this…just being where i end up, but i’m finally coming to realize i’m a bit of a control freak. (honesty with self ABOUT self truly is refreshing once you’re ok with it inwardly – i am learning.)
either way, it is nice to let life and God lead us to the places we should and will be. at least in my humble opinion…
often when i approach this blog to write i’m coming in from being out in the world and experiencing something that has happened that changes or shifts my perspective in some way. i’m introspective in these moments but needing to write (though i have no clue who actually reads these posts) so i share them here.
this past week i call myself having suffered a dilemma of sorts that can best be expressed as the ending of a situation in which the ending could have been dealt with differently, and i more carefully. i’ve always wanted a shirt that says: handle with care. i like to treat people kindly and do my best at saying what i mean and meaning what i say.
but i also remember earlier in this situation (involving the heart, no doubt) having a feeling that this thing was not going to go where it wanted to. that there was an end looming, but in plain view.
i don’t think my logic was in tact earlier this week when i found out it was over. am sure nothing of these sorts were in mind as i wailed and moaned at the fact of the end being here and in hand. i was all worn out and drained after having given it what i called the best i had.
but in truth, if i had given it all that, i would have been more honest and upfront with myself. i would have acknowledged that my want had more to do with the enjoyment of someone there to fill the void of what so often appears to be loneliness. and i would have been able to acknowledge that, say that out loud, and move in that truth instead of making us out to be more than we were ever meant to be.
after the day of tears and the re-upping of reality, i realized that even in those dire moments when i was sure the sky had fallen and everything was turned to pure sh*^ i was not alone. there was some other woman crying somewhere about some man who had done her wrong or who she had put so much into, only to come back to the land of solitude where so many of us live, and where i have taken what had seemed like permanent residence.
well, it may be lonely sometimes and it is nice to have someone special who just is there, but i do have GREAT friends and so many many things to be thankful for and so many things to get my hands into. so i realized though i may feel it, i never am truly alone, and this truth just needed to be shared.
