The Institution

The creativity has been fully stifled, my percussion instructor warned me about this. Once I was more extroverted, more personable...more. I'm taking measures to find the spark again; we'll see how it goes.

One Day I'll Be Able to Fully Understand

The sea, to list, like a boat upon the ocean, we so wistfully drift.

Providence

Sometimes I think God put me in a relationship with an incredible God-fearing woman and committed me to a church that won't easily let me go because He knows how strong my doubts can be. Grace abounds. Don't let me take advantage of it.

Received 2:04 pm, February 5th

I don't want you to worry. Worrying doesn't make things go faster or happen better or make you happier. you have been given this moment to work (on this presentation) for the glory of the One True God. You can ask for no greater blessing. Before you go stressing out about your homework and practicing and everything, know that whatever happens happens for His glory and in His perfect Will. He has all of YOU under control. So don't fret, dearest. Why would clay worry about what its maker will make from it? Why would a music note worry about what note comes before or after it? God has got it covered. Just take joy in what He's given you.

Oh how blessed I am. I must not, I cannot take it [none of it] for granted.

Primal

For all of the things I dislike about it, there are a couple of things I do enjoy about playing in the basketball band.

For one, I get to play this momma.

Today found quite a good game with the men's team. Down to the last six seconds the score was tied, a foul, then we managed to gain one point in a free throw. On the way back down the court the opposing team launched the ball to the goal, though the ball was obviously not going to make it. Unfortunately, a member of our team swatted the ball out of the air, catalyzing a fury of pointing and yelling from the other team. The referees huddled to make a decision and the tension exploded. The whole fieldhouse was chanting, "Go. Start. The buses!" punctuating each phrase with thrusts of keys into the air. The place grew wild. The drummers picked up their sticks and set the rhythm for the chant, and I took to my synth and laid out a melody (very primitive, one and five, set to compliment the chant) to dress the groove. The court swayed with the chant, the drums sounded in our chests, and the sound of the "Mini Three" patch ricocheted with the energy. Nobody told us to stop; we were having too much fun.

In the end, the refs gave it to us and we went home with a victory. Good game.

It got me thinking though. I find it odd how worked up we can get over such a simple thing. I mean, that place was insane, over what? A ball? No. It has to be more than that.

What an incredible experience, to organize the crowd, then steady it, with music.

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