Monday, November 30, 2009

Gathered Safely In

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love.


Friday, November 13, 2009

Happily

"Well if I spell it out
If i get it out
Will you hear me?
When I tell you about what I have to say
Before it gets too late
It's not as easy as they said it would be
But there’s something right about you and me
Something right about you and me
We're like good times that haven’t happened yet
but will.
I can tell you where we're gonna be
When the whole world falls into the sea
We'll be livin’ ever after
Happily."
~ Bob Schneider, "40 Dogs and Cigarettes (Like Romeo and Juliet)


Love is never an easy thing. Not real love.

There is no fairytale when it comes to loving someone. Sure, there's romance and tender moments but what I've learned is that true love, longlastingdowntoyourbonesTRUELOVE, is not easy.

But it's so, so worth it.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Tough Girl

We took an impromptu stroll through the Idaho Botanical Gardens this Sunday and found so many hidden treasures amongst the recently expanded trails. While exploring the new childrens' gardens we stumbled upon a curious display.

After poking around, we realized there was an inscription on the crayon.




The First Grader asked what it said. I read it. She wondered who Bri was. I explained that she was a little girl that had been sick and died. Way too young. Then we spotted this...

The First Grader immediately grabbed a pencil and paper and wrote Bri a note. It read:
"Because of your courage, you are special." Then she drew a picture of herself and an angel and hearts all around.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Wow.

Quite simply, just WOW.

Because of my good fortune in showing my work at the Flying M after John Padlo, I was able to not only admire his amazing work but meet him. It turns out he's not only a talented artist but also a kickass website designer.


Lucky, lucky me.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Change

What's so funny is nobody's laughing
at this change of heart you're having.

What's so funny is I'm filled up with thunder.
I can't seem to get out from under all these stones
you tied to my chest.

I can't change your mind.

What's so funny is I'm scared and lonely.
And I don't think I'm the only one
as I watch you drive away.

And what's so funny is the birds are singing.
The sun is shining and the bells are ringing.
And I'm thinking, "What happened here?"

And I can't change your mind.

There's a chapel in Minneapolis, holds the bones of a dead saint in it. And the stained glass glows from the ceiling there. It reminds me of the feeling when I first looked into your eyes, saw the most beautiful birds fly straight into the sun, with their wings on fire. The deed was done.

Oh, and I can't change your mind.

What's so funny is this piece of skin.
The one on my arm with your name inked in.
What was I thinking?

What's so funny is the way things go down.
Like when a star dies it doesn't make a sound,
it's just gone.
And you can't find it when you look into the sky.

I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your,
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't change your mind.
I can't do it.

There's a werewolf out on my front lawn
and he's lookin' pissed off.
And he's wet from all the rain.
I think I'll go say hi.
And offer him a beer.

Bob Schneider - Changing My Mind