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.

For Your Adventure

Snowfall

So I was privileged this morning with a beautiful ride on the way to the doctor's office. The roads were slightly iced, just enough to keep me awake. The adjoining hillsides were blanketed in white. The dawn began to break as Dave Matthews sang through the speakers and snow flurries danced amongst the cars. It looked as if angels were ice skating around us.

And So This Is One Reason Why I Love You

Because we can take nonsensical musings and turn them into philosophical points.

I love you

It is gonna rain my love on you.

Uhhuh

Ya know im not really sure I understand what hes saying…its gonna …rain?

It’s from a sermon.

I know. I was making a joke

Oh. It’s interesting I think how the phrase loses its meaning through the piece.

Its like when you say the same thing over and over again…how it really makes you wonder why the word or phrase was created…why those letters? Why that order? Why that meaning?

Or even how those sounds create meaning.

But Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart.

~Luke 2:19

Merry Christmas

Winter Solstice, 12:45 AM

When he opened the sixth seal, I looked, and behold, there was a great earthquake, and the sun became black as sackcloth, the full moon became like blood, and the stars of the sky fell to the earth as the fig tree sheds its winter fruit when shaken by a gale. The sky vanished like a scroll that is being rolled up, and every mountain and island was removed from its place. Then the kings of the earth and the great ones and the generals and the rich and the powerful, and everyone, slave and free, hid themselves in the caves and among the rocks of the mountains, calling to the mountains and  rocks, "Fall on us and hide us from the face of him who is seated on the throne, and from the wrath of the lamb, for the great day of their wrath has come, and who can stand?"

~Revelation 6:12-17

Last night I had the privilege to witness the collision of a lunar eclipse with the winter solstice, and I got to do it in the company of a sweet group of people. We sang and danced and joked and were awed by God's wonder and majesty displayed in something that was seen last by Galileo and his contemporaries. The passage above was related to me by a friend last night (this morning). And below is what we got to see; such illustration of the Word can be chilling, and reassuring, and inspiring, and...how dreadful it is to fall into the hands of the living God! How wonderful, how gracious it is to be protected, to be loved by the living God!

Happenstance

To misplace a priority is to misplace your attitude.

To misplace your attitude is to misplace your focus.

To misplace your focus is blindness.

I'm so frustrated...and for no (good) reason. Better luck next year, I suppose.