“I followed the music”

So Im watching this movie right now. I kinda hate it when stories effect me. This one is doing a umber on me. Its getting me on two fronts. One…what music does to you. The feelings and memories it makes you have. Two…When we search for home, acceptance. I’m the not a player of music but do allow it to change me. Its kind of a goonies…peter pan…rent…Mr Hollands’ Opus…kinda thing. Ok back to it. I’ll be back. So how does a story do that to you how does it do that to me. I wonder if I see stories like someone sees music. From as long as I could remember I have had a tv in my room. The first vcr movie we ever rented was South Pacific we had to rent the vcr to. That was back in the day. We had cable ever since I could remember. The earliest tv shows that I remember are the Jefferson’s and Sanford and son. Trust me there is nothing like it in the world. I guess that’s why I dont see my self doing anything else. When I was teacher I ended up telling stories to them. I left the teaching to others I think. I’m alwasy thinking scenarios in my head Im not a very good writer I always need others to do that for me. I wonder sometimes if I live my life as if it were a movie or a play. Visuals are always something that get me in trouble because they linger way past when the should. Oh and I dont really care what you say you have to suspend your belief. That sometimes our stories can have a happy ending and sometimes just sometimes when you least expect it a story can talk to you more in 5 mins than your entire year. That when you least expect it for just that brief moment you forget about the list of responsibilities that plague you all year long. That you realize the power of picture is amazing the sensation that sound gives you the rush of the creator and creation. That art is more than just a passing fad. That such a creation is more…its more than life. That we has humans do poses the ability. You can live in your world cynicism that art is a thing for someone else who has the time to waste. I’ll tell you this I cant live in that world. Its hard enough to live in this one.

Sundays are for lovers

I will bear the indignation of the LORD Because I have sinned against Him, Until He pleads my case and executes justice for me. He will bring me out to the light, And I will see His righteousness.

You ever sit in a dark room trying to believe this is true. Life is a funny thing. One day you are floating high the other you are wondering what went wrong. Now hold on before you go to your prayer closet to try to figure out what’s going on. I’m sitting on my couch in a home that God has given me looking at the birds fly into my backyard and I wonder what did I do and did to deserve all of this. I mean come on what am doing here. I wonder what my life would have been like 13 years ago if I never took a friend’s offer and joined up with the place I work now. Would I have never met some great friends would I never been able to travel. Im not really deep in thought right now just sitting watching House on the dvr and trying to think what I should do today. So far I have made chocolate chip muffins a cup of coffee and catching up on tv Ive missed.

I’ll be back a little later. What ever happened to this girl. I think she is still in atlanta. She used to work for the company I work for. Kristi. I never asked about her name. I took these for her a while ago and lost originals these are from my flickr.

(Watching Madea’s family reunion right now)

back at it

Ive realized something about myself today.  I used to get upset at events. Always tense. ready to pounce.  Maybe its age.  I just don’t get too hung up on things like that.  I can see that people wouldn’t mind if I got a little fired up. Sorry those days are gone.  Im sitting in my room trying to think about what type of day I will have tomorrow.  There is a photo that has brought me such joy that I will share with you now. I will comment on it tomorrow. If there is anyone out there send me your best middle school picture and I’ll post it and tell you a story about yourself.

This is what life is about. I’ll tell you about this person tomorrow.