I want to share the deep things in my life that stir my heart and revelations from Jesus that I think others may gain from. And maybe some vacuous things too...
Today was d-day, the day I had to return my new favorite book, "The Queen of Katwe", which rocked my world on many levels. But I got to spend my afternoon in the Millennium Library, one of my favorite places in this city. I took out another biography on a female Afghani entrepreneur and found a couple of DVDs to rent.
I also checked out the art. Not all of it appealed to me, but there were a couple of interesting pieces including this one.
So many cultures and demographics come together in that library. And the ever brilliant John K. Samson is currently the writer in residence. It all just makes my heart happy. Late afternoon, another day is nearly done // A darker grey is breaking through a lighter one
Today I present to you "Aside" by The Weakerthans featuring the lyrical genius of one John K. Samson, the leader of the Weakerthans (aka my favorite Winnipeg band). A songwriter as well as a published poet, Samson always seems to hit the ball home with his keen eye for details, wit and irony (One Great City is epic). But the chorus of his I most adore is:
I'm leaning on this broken fence // between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games that I swore I'd never play// But it feels almost okay That might just be one of the most insightful lyrics ever written when dealing with our precious failures. Whether it's marriage problems, childhood issues or holding unforgiveness, that line -- particularly when sung aloud -- always seems to take me to a higher place of perspective. The barriers between our past and our present are not as solidly built as we envision and they usually needs to be destroyed for our future to unfold. Thank you John K for helping me as I've worked this out. Measure me in metered lines in one decisive stare The time it takes to get from here to there My ribs that show through t-shirts and these shoes
I got for free I'm unconsoled, I'm lonely, I am so much better than
I used to be Terrified of telephones and shopping malls and
knives And drowning in the pools of other lives Rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony Get clobbered on by courtesy in love with love
and lousy poetry And I'm leaning on this broken fence Between past and present tense And I'm losing all those stupid games That I swore I'd never play but it almost feels
okay Circumnavigate this body of wonder and
uncertainty Armed with every precious failure and amateur
cartography I'm breathing deep before I spread those maps out on my bedroom floor And I'm leaving with goodbye And I'm losing but I'll try With the last ways left to remember sing My imperfect offering #MonthfulOfMusic #HoodMom
