today i got stung on the very tip of my finger by an imaginary bee. i say imaginary because i never saw it. all of a sudden, my finger just began to burn with paralyzing intensity. i headed straight to the freezer and pulled out an ice pack. i stood there wincing in pain as i iced my finger, only pulling it away periodically to see if the stinger had worked its way out yet. eventually it did, and the swelling came down and the burning ceased, but it got me thinking...
how is it that a little bee sting can send me over the edge with pain, but the gallbladder attacks never phased me? it was months before i finally saw a doctor and found out that i needed emergency surgery to remove it. how is that my finger bothered me more than the cartwheels i did on the beach with a broken collarbone? i went on a mission trip for a whole week after my car accident before seeing a doctor and realizing that my clavicle had broken in half.
it's ironic that the imaginary bee got me as i was fearfully brushing away a spider web on my porch. i stared at the spider with such intention, scared to death that it would get to me before i got the web cleared from my pathway. that spider didn't get me, but something else did. it's like i was having a staring competition with that spider and she sent in the bee as a pinch hitter.
it happens all the time. we focus so intently on the thing we fear that we are unaware of other surrounding dangers, as if we're playing chicken with a car in oncoming traffic, but miss the semi that t-bones you from the right.
my grandma has been receiving a lot of phone calls since grandpa passed away a couple months ago. they ask for "alfred" and she defiantly responds with, "he's not available right now, can i take a message?". when i was in ohio she received one of these disturbing calls and the caller id read "kingston". i did a reverse search with the phone number, and sure enough it was from kingston, jamaica. dad called the number back, but couldn't get anyone on the other end to speak sensibly.
grandma called her credit card company this morning as a result of a phone call when someone knew the last 4 digits of her card number and found out that someone had made fraudulent charges on her card. those charges were made in jamaica. absolute craziness.
because of all of the stress she's felt with all of the phone calls and credit card business, she forgot to make her weekly call on sunday to her cousin doris, who has been in the hospital for several weeks. after everything was dealt with about the charges, she dialed the hospital. the nurse on the other end of the line politely told her that doris was not longer at the hospital. grandma explained that she was a relative and asked where she had gone. "...she passed away on wednesday."
it's that imaginary bee stinging my finger,
that semi truck slamming into the side of your car.
"life happens when you're not looking."
that's what they say...
Monday, June 7, 2010
Friday, June 4, 2010
every breath is a second chance
i was talking with a friend the other day when she looked at me and said, "i don't want to be the hook-up girl anymore" and laughed. it was the sort of laugh that is birthed from insecurity. we've all done it - said something in jest that held more truth than we were willing to admit. knowing this wasn't the time nor the place to dive into a deep discussion about the reasons we do the things we do and who she was created to be, i laughed along and moved the conversation in another direction.
tonight, though, i'd like to revisit the topic. someone once told me "you change your life one decision at a time, havaleh." it was advice given for a rather shallow fraction of my life, but it has become my mantra for so much more.
i was once in a pretty crappy relationship. well, calling it a relationship might be inaccurate. it lasted (on and off) for a couple of years. i didn't know that i deserved anything better, so i just kept going back. he wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't the right guy. i didn't like the person i became when i was with him. it was toxic. it was like an addiction. i knew it wasn't a healthy situation, and i was hurt and angry more often than i was happy. then one day i remembered...you change your life one decision at a time, havaleh.
so i didn't pick up the phone the next time he called. the next party i was invited to that he would be at, well i didn't go. i even went so far (looking back, maybe too far) as to all but cut our mutual friends out of my life. i decided that i deserved more and i walked away.
since we were little girls, we have been taught that if you get the prince to kiss you then your true life will begin. ever heard of snow white? prince kisses her and she wakes up from a coma. cinderella? prince kisses her and the next thing we know they're married and living happily ever after. it's been ingrained into our very beings that the goal is to get the guy to kiss you. so my friend isn't too far off, right?
but i believe that we were created to be in communion with each other, not just relationship. relationship is just another word for a connection or association. but to be in communion with another person, well that's something quite a bit deeper. to be in communion means to share. you don't just know the other person, but you share with them your thoughts, your feelings, your bread, your wine, your heart, your mind, the very soul of your life. and i think deep down we all crave not a relationship with another person, not a fleeting kiss or a weekend romance, but communion. we crave communion because that's how we were built to live. we settle for less because we forget that we deserve so much more.
it hasn't always been easy. i still run into the guy i spoke of earlier from time to time and he's still just as charming as he ever was. the thing is...you don't turn away from your old life one day and never look back. you change your life with every decision you make, every moment, and sometimes you have to keep making the same decision to want more for your life over and over again to keep your life on the right track.
this song by julie miller has been running through my head for the past couple days and it seems appropriate for tonight:
You can have my heart
though it isn't new
it's been used and broken
and it only comes in blue
it's been down a long road
and it got dirty along the way
if i give it to You will You make it clean
and wash the shame away
You can have my heart
if You don't mind broken things
You can have my life
if You don't mind these tears
well i heard that You make things old things new
so i give these pieces all to You
if You want it
You can have my heart
so beyond repair
nothing i could do
tried to fix it myself
but it was only worse when i got through
but then You walked right into my darkness
and You speak words so sweet
You hold me like a child
til my frozen tears fall at Your feet
You can have my heart
if You don't mind broken things
You can have my life
in You don't mind these tears
well i heard that You make old things new
so i give these pieces all to You
if You want it
You can have my heart
~broken things, julie miller
tonight, though, i'd like to revisit the topic. someone once told me "you change your life one decision at a time, havaleh." it was advice given for a rather shallow fraction of my life, but it has become my mantra for so much more.
i was once in a pretty crappy relationship. well, calling it a relationship might be inaccurate. it lasted (on and off) for a couple of years. i didn't know that i deserved anything better, so i just kept going back. he wasn't a bad guy, but he wasn't the right guy. i didn't like the person i became when i was with him. it was toxic. it was like an addiction. i knew it wasn't a healthy situation, and i was hurt and angry more often than i was happy. then one day i remembered...you change your life one decision at a time, havaleh.
so i didn't pick up the phone the next time he called. the next party i was invited to that he would be at, well i didn't go. i even went so far (looking back, maybe too far) as to all but cut our mutual friends out of my life. i decided that i deserved more and i walked away.
since we were little girls, we have been taught that if you get the prince to kiss you then your true life will begin. ever heard of snow white? prince kisses her and she wakes up from a coma. cinderella? prince kisses her and the next thing we know they're married and living happily ever after. it's been ingrained into our very beings that the goal is to get the guy to kiss you. so my friend isn't too far off, right?
but i believe that we were created to be in communion with each other, not just relationship. relationship is just another word for a connection or association. but to be in communion with another person, well that's something quite a bit deeper. to be in communion means to share. you don't just know the other person, but you share with them your thoughts, your feelings, your bread, your wine, your heart, your mind, the very soul of your life. and i think deep down we all crave not a relationship with another person, not a fleeting kiss or a weekend romance, but communion. we crave communion because that's how we were built to live. we settle for less because we forget that we deserve so much more.
it hasn't always been easy. i still run into the guy i spoke of earlier from time to time and he's still just as charming as he ever was. the thing is...you don't turn away from your old life one day and never look back. you change your life with every decision you make, every moment, and sometimes you have to keep making the same decision to want more for your life over and over again to keep your life on the right track.
this song by julie miller has been running through my head for the past couple days and it seems appropriate for tonight:
You can have my heart
though it isn't new
it's been used and broken
and it only comes in blue
it's been down a long road
and it got dirty along the way
if i give it to You will You make it clean
and wash the shame away
You can have my heart
if You don't mind broken things
You can have my life
if You don't mind these tears
well i heard that You make things old things new
so i give these pieces all to You
if You want it
You can have my heart
so beyond repair
nothing i could do
tried to fix it myself
but it was only worse when i got through
but then You walked right into my darkness
and You speak words so sweet
You hold me like a child
til my frozen tears fall at Your feet
You can have my heart
if You don't mind broken things
You can have my life
in You don't mind these tears
well i heard that You make old things new
so i give these pieces all to You
if You want it
You can have my heart
~broken things, julie miller
summer concert series 2010 kick-off
"when you're lost and you're found
and you're found then you're lost
when you're dancing with no one around
you're coming home to Me
just remember...you're coming home to Me.
when you get there you'll know
that's as far as you go
when you get there you'll see
you were already free"
~coming home to me, patty griffin
i didn't realize how little my friends knew about patty griffin until she came to charlotte and rich was the only one excited to go to the concert with me. (i can't expect everyone can be as music-minded as heather and rich, haha)
patty has been a favorite of mine for some time, but it seems like some of you just don't know her music. or maybe you do... kelly clarkson, dixie chicks, jessica simpson, emmylou harris, bette midler, the wreckers, brandon heath, joan osborne, miranda lambert, reba mcentire, martina mcbride, and heck, even susan boyle are among those who have recorded her songs. or maybe you heard her singing along with dierks bentley, joshua radin, buddy & julie miller, shawn colvin, willie nelson, or elis paul on their albums.
well, tuesday evening i had the pleasure of finally going to see her in concert. below is a video from another person at the concert - you can get a taste of what we saw.
you know patty griffin's music has power when it completely steals my attention from the distractions of the funky facial expressions of her little drummer boy and the subtle sexiness of the piano man in her band. sure, sitting in the direct middle of the fifth row, so close to one of your musical idols, well that doesn't hurt either. but the way she sings with her whole being is intoxicating. (be sure to download her song "coming home to me" and search for her and buddy singing "gasoline and matches" - my two favorite moments of the night.)
carole king the other night was the same way. she may be nearing 70 years old, but i tell you, that woman can still rock it all night long. and there were these tender moments when she would look up from the piano and smile so sweetly at her dear friend as he played the guitar smiling back. every time james taylor smiled back at her marisa and i would audibly "awww" with the rest of the crowd. it was like two dear friends invited us into their living room that night to play some music just for us.
both nights - patty and buddy miller on tuesday and carole and james on wednesday - were absolutely incredible. it will take me weeks to process all that bubbled up in my soul. the concerts were worth every penny.
so what makes a concert worthwhile? for me, it's not just about good music - intonation, harmonization, tempo, etc. it's about soul. it's about sending a message. it's about sharing who you are and what you believe about life. it's about telling a story.
each of the four artists over those two nights of music aren't just songwriters, they're storytellers. (remember that show on vh1, storytellers? i loved that show. do they still have that? i don't have cable, so i wouldn't know.) they're not selling a concert, they're promoting an experience. they interact with their audience not to sell albums, but to welcome others into their story.
a good concert in my opinion is one where the artist shares some stories about their life and their music. you can feel their appreciation for their fans and you can see the gratitude they have for their band. most importantly, i want to hear something musically that i can't hear on your record. if i come to your show and you play your music exactly as it is on the record then i'll be extremely disappointed. i love stories and i love a good jam session. (although some take it a bit too far, i.e. dave matthews, and i get bored.)
carole king and james taylor gave us two encores. the first was my favorite song of theirs. carole wrote the song, but both recorded it and it always reminds me of 12 marion street. i loved the song before living there, but it sort of became an anthem during that time. i miss that roof...
as you can see, summer concert series 2010 is well under way at this point. friday night we added rich and his usual gig at the wine vault to the list. as marisa said, we like to mix it up with big names and local talent alike! next up: jack johnson and g love? barenaked ladies? we'll see. definite shows in the series this summer include lilith faith, brad paisley, and darius rucker (of course). this is going to be a great summer :)
and you're found then you're lost
when you're dancing with no one around
you're coming home to Me
just remember...you're coming home to Me.
when you get there you'll know
that's as far as you go
when you get there you'll see
you were already free"
~coming home to me, patty griffin
i didn't realize how little my friends knew about patty griffin until she came to charlotte and rich was the only one excited to go to the concert with me. (i can't expect everyone can be as music-minded as heather and rich, haha)
patty has been a favorite of mine for some time, but it seems like some of you just don't know her music. or maybe you do... kelly clarkson, dixie chicks, jessica simpson, emmylou harris, bette midler, the wreckers, brandon heath, joan osborne, miranda lambert, reba mcentire, martina mcbride, and heck, even susan boyle are among those who have recorded her songs. or maybe you heard her singing along with dierks bentley, joshua radin, buddy & julie miller, shawn colvin, willie nelson, or elis paul on their albums.
well, tuesday evening i had the pleasure of finally going to see her in concert. below is a video from another person at the concert - you can get a taste of what we saw.
you know patty griffin's music has power when it completely steals my attention from the distractions of the funky facial expressions of her little drummer boy and the subtle sexiness of the piano man in her band. sure, sitting in the direct middle of the fifth row, so close to one of your musical idols, well that doesn't hurt either. but the way she sings with her whole being is intoxicating. (be sure to download her song "coming home to me" and search for her and buddy singing "gasoline and matches" - my two favorite moments of the night.)
carole king the other night was the same way. she may be nearing 70 years old, but i tell you, that woman can still rock it all night long. and there were these tender moments when she would look up from the piano and smile so sweetly at her dear friend as he played the guitar smiling back. every time james taylor smiled back at her marisa and i would audibly "awww" with the rest of the crowd. it was like two dear friends invited us into their living room that night to play some music just for us.
both nights - patty and buddy miller on tuesday and carole and james on wednesday - were absolutely incredible. it will take me weeks to process all that bubbled up in my soul. the concerts were worth every penny.
so what makes a concert worthwhile? for me, it's not just about good music - intonation, harmonization, tempo, etc. it's about soul. it's about sending a message. it's about sharing who you are and what you believe about life. it's about telling a story.
each of the four artists over those two nights of music aren't just songwriters, they're storytellers. (remember that show on vh1, storytellers? i loved that show. do they still have that? i don't have cable, so i wouldn't know.) they're not selling a concert, they're promoting an experience. they interact with their audience not to sell albums, but to welcome others into their story.
a good concert in my opinion is one where the artist shares some stories about their life and their music. you can feel their appreciation for their fans and you can see the gratitude they have for their band. most importantly, i want to hear something musically that i can't hear on your record. if i come to your show and you play your music exactly as it is on the record then i'll be extremely disappointed. i love stories and i love a good jam session. (although some take it a bit too far, i.e. dave matthews, and i get bored.)
carole king and james taylor gave us two encores. the first was my favorite song of theirs. carole wrote the song, but both recorded it and it always reminds me of 12 marion street. i loved the song before living there, but it sort of became an anthem during that time. i miss that roof...
as you can see, summer concert series 2010 is well under way at this point. friday night we added rich and his usual gig at the wine vault to the list. as marisa said, we like to mix it up with big names and local talent alike! next up: jack johnson and g love? barenaked ladies? we'll see. definite shows in the series this summer include lilith faith, brad paisley, and darius rucker (of course). this is going to be a great summer :)
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
65 years
65 years. that's what anniversary grandma and gramps would have celebrated this past saturday. 65 years of being madly in love with each other and i can't even imagine being in a relationship past a few short months without feeling the need to be on my own again and ending it.judging by my calculations on my current age and relationship status, as well as the average lifespan these days, it is impossible that i will ever celebrate a 65th wedding anniversary. i guess grandma and gramps didn't quite make it either, but i've been thinking about all of the reasons that their love will always be the ruler my relationships are measured up against:
1. nicknames. i hate mushy nicknames, but theirs were funny - tater and twerp.
2. vacations. grandma has dozens of albums filled with photos from all of their vacations. they were always traveling together with their friends and the photos prove that they always had a good time.
3. hobbies. grandma loves to shop and she loves to sew. gramps loved carpentry, painting, and fishing. gramps would draw patterns for her sewing and she would pack lunches for his fishing. they always supported each others passions.
4. food. nothing beat a good meal as a family.
5. friends. they had a great group of friends surrounding them with love and support both as individuals and as a couple.
6. humor. gramps didn't say much, especially as he grew older, but he would always surprise you with a one liner and a smirk. and grandma's laugh, oh it is contagious! she laughs with her whole body. she stiffens up, her face smushes together and she silently laughs hysterically. it's a sight to be seen for sure.
7. care. grandma always made sure that he was comfortable, and gramps took care of her like the queen that he believed her to be.
8. love. even in their 80s, you could catch glimpses of that high school crush when they looked at each other. i truly believe that they fell more and more in love with each other every single day.
i want a love like that.
Sunday, May 30, 2010
i came back to ohio but my city was gone
"how could you ever give all of this up and move away?" he said so seriously.
i called west virginia home for four years of my life before moving to charlotte. charlotte was exciting. it was fresh-faced and fast-paced. i had a new apartment, new job, new restaurants, new shopping, new friends. i had a new life.
initially, i left ohio for college. i wanted to study christian education and wvwc was my best option. i was happy to leave. i had no reservations about packing up and getting out of this boring state i had lived in my entire life. i wanted something new. i wanted an adventure.
now that nothing in north carolina seems new anymore and i've just spent an incredible three days with friends and family who would love to see me move back here to ohio, i too pose the question, "why did i give all of this up and move away?"
tara and scott once said to me, "you're the one who got away." i didn't just get away. i fled the scene. i wanted something new and exciting. something anything but ohio.
the pretenders have a great song about the deterioration of ohio called 'my city was gone'. the lyric perfectly describes a few of the reasons i was so ready to leave as well as the reasons i am hesitant to return for good. i loved west virginia and the beautiful land there, while ohio seems to keep building shopping malls and paving parking lots where beauty once grew. i have very fond memories of growing up with faithful friends whom i love to visit, but i've always wondered if we'd have as much fun together if i were here more permanently. the biggest reason i resist returning though, is that i fear it will be the final destination for me.
ohio sucks people in and they never leave. there are so many places in this country where i've dreamt of living and i know that if i don't fit them in before moving back to ohio then the dream of living in denver or nashville or savannah or boston or new york is over. if i go back to ohio, i'll probably stay forever, and this commitment-phobe just isn't ready for that.
i ran as fast as i could to get out of ohio, and i'm glad i did but, while my city may very well be nearly gone, my state is not (sorry pretenders); and weekends like this make me homesick for the life that could be waiting for me here. spending time with chandra, derek, and the kids in the hocking hills (one of the most beautiful areas i have ever been to in my lifetime). catching the zombie walk in columbus with jacob. going to a clippers game with scott and tara. enjoying a cookout with garrick and mary. sleeping in, eating breakfast, and reading the paper with andrew. making smores over the backyard fire with brad. catching up with mike, ashley, and the fam. having lunch in amish country with grandma. watching tv on the couch with mom and dad. all of these things make my heart smile so big that it hurts.
but then the question becomes, how could i ever give up everything i have in north carolina? groupie evenings on the tour bus with marisa. wine vault performances by rich. cookouts with kara, monica, and jess. broadway talk with haley. broadway shows with jenny and sally. birthday dinners with the refugees. having kelly just down the highway a few hours. ikea outings with emily. going to the gym with becca. walking to work. office shenanigans with my amazing colleagues. tuesday and wednesday night tv with katy. my crazy students. the pfeiffer puppy pack. my home.
i guess this is a good problem to have, this being loved by and loving too many people in the world. who knows what the future holds. we'll just have to wait and see.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
it's complicated
facebook status phenomenon: "i'm in a relationship and it's complicated."
really?
i see the status of friends and students change back and forth between "in a relationship", "single", and "it's complicated" so swiftly that i can't help but wonder, how do we define our relationships today?
is a relationship only a relationship if it's happy and carefree? are we single again when we're fighting? is it "complicated" when i'm upset because things don't go my way?
aren't all relationships complicated? i have a complicated relationship with my parents because sometimes they get me and sometimes they don't. i have a complicated relationship with my best friend because our individual neuroses sometimes confuse our communication. i have a complicated relationship with my hair because sometimes it wants to style the way i like it, but most of the time it rebels like the devil.
being in community with another human being is the beginning of complication in our lives. add a level of dependence and a notion for romance and the complication only rises. our relationships become complicated the moment we enter into them. ...a "you had me at hello" sort of thing.
so let's just go ahead and agree that all relationships are in fact complicated. then why carry that distinction on facebook? what's the point? and why do we distinguish certain types of difficulty in relationships as "complicated"?
i think we classify relationships as "complicated" when emotions and confusion are heightened. we say "it's complicated" when we don't feel like explaining that the distance is unbearable, or the addiction has resurfaced, or the heart has started to wander. we say "it's complicated" the same way we say "i'm good, and you?" as we cross paths with a coworker who asks how our day has been. we don't have the time or energy or desire to go into detail about how crappy of a day it has been and how you just wish you could go home and nap with your dog for the rest of the afternoon. we say, "it's complicated" because we've become lazy.
we don't care to divulge our dirty little secrets, and quite frankly it's no one else's business anyway. so why do we post it on facebook for the world to see? even today, in America the free, our status is somewhat defined by whether or not we have someone significant in our lives. whenever i go back to ohio, one of the first questions i always get is, "so hava, are you seeing anyone special?", which is gentle compared to the frankly rude, "why aren't you married yet?!" any woman who is single at a certain age is considered an old cat lady. any man who isn't dating a woman is gay. people fight daily over laws surrounding gay marriage. we Americans hold tightly to our idea of marriage. the cleaver family may not be the norm anymore, but it's still what society expects. fail to live up to that ideal, and you have failed at life.
maybe posting "it's complicated" is somewhat better than owning up to the shame of labeling yourself as "single". maybe posting "it's complicated" is a ploy to get friends to ask what's going on. maybe posting "it's complicated" is a declaration of the simple truth that every relationship is complicated - that every relationship needs the guidance of mentors, the love of friends, the support of family, and the promise from prayer to thrive.
the bottom line to making any relationship work is to treat it as such - work. love is a daily commitment. you have to try. you have to work at it. you have to devote yourself, your energy and your passion to making the relationship grow with each passing sunrise and sunset. that's love....
really?
i see the status of friends and students change back and forth between "in a relationship", "single", and "it's complicated" so swiftly that i can't help but wonder, how do we define our relationships today?
is a relationship only a relationship if it's happy and carefree? are we single again when we're fighting? is it "complicated" when i'm upset because things don't go my way?
aren't all relationships complicated? i have a complicated relationship with my parents because sometimes they get me and sometimes they don't. i have a complicated relationship with my best friend because our individual neuroses sometimes confuse our communication. i have a complicated relationship with my hair because sometimes it wants to style the way i like it, but most of the time it rebels like the devil.
being in community with another human being is the beginning of complication in our lives. add a level of dependence and a notion for romance and the complication only rises. our relationships become complicated the moment we enter into them. ...a "you had me at hello" sort of thing.
so let's just go ahead and agree that all relationships are in fact complicated. then why carry that distinction on facebook? what's the point? and why do we distinguish certain types of difficulty in relationships as "complicated"?
i think we classify relationships as "complicated" when emotions and confusion are heightened. we say "it's complicated" when we don't feel like explaining that the distance is unbearable, or the addiction has resurfaced, or the heart has started to wander. we say "it's complicated" the same way we say "i'm good, and you?" as we cross paths with a coworker who asks how our day has been. we don't have the time or energy or desire to go into detail about how crappy of a day it has been and how you just wish you could go home and nap with your dog for the rest of the afternoon. we say, "it's complicated" because we've become lazy.
we don't care to divulge our dirty little secrets, and quite frankly it's no one else's business anyway. so why do we post it on facebook for the world to see? even today, in America the free, our status is somewhat defined by whether or not we have someone significant in our lives. whenever i go back to ohio, one of the first questions i always get is, "so hava, are you seeing anyone special?", which is gentle compared to the frankly rude, "why aren't you married yet?!" any woman who is single at a certain age is considered an old cat lady. any man who isn't dating a woman is gay. people fight daily over laws surrounding gay marriage. we Americans hold tightly to our idea of marriage. the cleaver family may not be the norm anymore, but it's still what society expects. fail to live up to that ideal, and you have failed at life.
maybe posting "it's complicated" is somewhat better than owning up to the shame of labeling yourself as "single". maybe posting "it's complicated" is a ploy to get friends to ask what's going on. maybe posting "it's complicated" is a declaration of the simple truth that every relationship is complicated - that every relationship needs the guidance of mentors, the love of friends, the support of family, and the promise from prayer to thrive.
the bottom line to making any relationship work is to treat it as such - work. love is a daily commitment. you have to try. you have to work at it. you have to devote yourself, your energy and your passion to making the relationship grow with each passing sunrise and sunset. that's love....
Monday, May 24, 2010
dreamcatcher
just a few inches from the foot of my bed, a pair of neon eyes reflecting the glow of my laptop stare at me through the darkness. once upon a time this would have scared the life out of me, but tonight i know them to be the watchful eyes of a cat who has lost his place on the bed because of a selfish dog who barely makes room for his master, let alone his rival.
i hear the quiet pitter patter of his gentle steps as he leaves the room to find sleep elsewhere in the house. it reminds me of a recurring night terror i've had for nearly a year now. in my dream, i wake to find a man lying behind me in the bed whispering into my ear all of the ways he's going to harm me. i can feel his breath on my neck. his chest rises and falls against my back with every breath he takes. near the foot of the bed i sense another man standing and watching. my rational mind starts to race, trying to remember the details of all those episodes of law and order svu i've had playing in the background while i pay bills or do homework.
a noise downstairs causes the men to leave in a hurry. i can hear their shoes pass against the carpet as they leave the room then race down the stairs. as i wake from the dream i wonder if i've heard the door slam shut downstairs or not. i lie there paralyzed by fear, not able yet to decipher what is real and what was only in my head. every time it's the same.
the recurring nightmares came to me very early on. the first i remember was when i was a little girl. similar to shel silverstein's poem 'the googies are coming', in my dream i would wake up to the sound of laughter outside my window. i'd look through the window to find a woman riding through the sky on a broom, carrying a large sack filled with kicking and screaming children. she'd catch me looking at her and select me as her next target. i'd always awake before she reached the window, but i still see the image sometimes when i visit my parents and sleep in that room again.
this last week some of my friends were on campus for a week-long intensive graduate class. while walking pete one day i ran into a classmate who said she was so glad that i had such a dog since i was a young woman living alone. she's not the first to make that type of comment. my initial reaction is to get defensive. i don't need a dog. i don't need a man. i'm perfectly fine out here in the world on my own! but i will say, that on those nights when the night terrors kick in, it's nice to have pete there when i wake up to remind me which world is real. pete wouldn't let a visitor go unnoticed, and he sure wouldn't let a man assault me.
sometimes i wonder if i would do well to get a dreamcatcher to hang over my bed. dreamcatchers originated with the chippewa tribes of native americans many moons ago. legend tells us that the web catches the bad dreams and holds them until daylight, when they perish. the good dreams, however, pass through the center of the web and slide down the feathers to delight the slumbering child below.
i'm not a child anymore, but the dreams have only matured along with my age. pete helps, but maybe a dreamcatcher is in order. or maybe it's time to figure out where the root of these dreams originates. maybe my kind of dreamcatcher is in the form of a counselor. one way or another, these terrors have got to stop.
i hear the quiet pitter patter of his gentle steps as he leaves the room to find sleep elsewhere in the house. it reminds me of a recurring night terror i've had for nearly a year now. in my dream, i wake to find a man lying behind me in the bed whispering into my ear all of the ways he's going to harm me. i can feel his breath on my neck. his chest rises and falls against my back with every breath he takes. near the foot of the bed i sense another man standing and watching. my rational mind starts to race, trying to remember the details of all those episodes of law and order svu i've had playing in the background while i pay bills or do homework.
a noise downstairs causes the men to leave in a hurry. i can hear their shoes pass against the carpet as they leave the room then race down the stairs. as i wake from the dream i wonder if i've heard the door slam shut downstairs or not. i lie there paralyzed by fear, not able yet to decipher what is real and what was only in my head. every time it's the same.
the recurring nightmares came to me very early on. the first i remember was when i was a little girl. similar to shel silverstein's poem 'the googies are coming', in my dream i would wake up to the sound of laughter outside my window. i'd look through the window to find a woman riding through the sky on a broom, carrying a large sack filled with kicking and screaming children. she'd catch me looking at her and select me as her next target. i'd always awake before she reached the window, but i still see the image sometimes when i visit my parents and sleep in that room again.
this last week some of my friends were on campus for a week-long intensive graduate class. while walking pete one day i ran into a classmate who said she was so glad that i had such a dog since i was a young woman living alone. she's not the first to make that type of comment. my initial reaction is to get defensive. i don't need a dog. i don't need a man. i'm perfectly fine out here in the world on my own! but i will say, that on those nights when the night terrors kick in, it's nice to have pete there when i wake up to remind me which world is real. pete wouldn't let a visitor go unnoticed, and he sure wouldn't let a man assault me.
sometimes i wonder if i would do well to get a dreamcatcher to hang over my bed. dreamcatchers originated with the chippewa tribes of native americans many moons ago. legend tells us that the web catches the bad dreams and holds them until daylight, when they perish. the good dreams, however, pass through the center of the web and slide down the feathers to delight the slumbering child below.
i'm not a child anymore, but the dreams have only matured along with my age. pete helps, but maybe a dreamcatcher is in order. or maybe it's time to figure out where the root of these dreams originates. maybe my kind of dreamcatcher is in the form of a counselor. one way or another, these terrors have got to stop.
Monday, May 17, 2010
the goodness of man?
i simply don't believe in "the goodness of man" that people so quickly idealize, and reading langdon gilkey's book 'shantung compound' in an ethics class a few years ago only made that non-belief even stronger.
i believe that people have the ability and even the notion to be good, but that our intuition calls us to be selfish. only when we overcome that selfishness that we do as john welsey taught, to "do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can." our instinct, however, is to take care of number one. it's basic survival mode.
kara and i were driving to pittsburgh for katie's wedding when we rounded a bend in the road and saw a car upside down in a ditch. first reaction: wow that sucks. assumed it happened days ago since no one was around and no other cars had stopped. second reaction a millisecond later: the wheels are still spinning. no other cars have stopped because there aren't any cars ahead of us on the road. holy crap, this JUST happened!
without a thought, kara pulls the car over while i pull out my cell phone. she runs across the interstate while i dial 911. "where are you?" the woman on the other end of the line asks. "northbound on I-77 in virginia, but not exactly sure where. a sign up ahead says 11 miles till hillsville."
a motorcyclist pulls over. he and kara try to get in the car.
"is there anyone in the car?" the woman on the phone asks. "yes." i say without knowing the answer for sure. i'm too afraid to look through the glass. if there were people in that smashed upside down vehicle, i was sure they were dead.
a van pulls over. the man has a wrench to break the glass. an older woman crawls from the drivers seat and outside through the back door. the passenger, an older gentleman, isn't quite so mobile. he's still strapped into his seat, hanging upside down from the ceiling. it's a few more moments before he gets unbuckled, flipped around, and pulled out of the other side of the car. i count 8 of us strangers helping the couple.
by now a man has a neon vest and is directing traffic. he must be a construction worker or part of a road crew. only a few passing drivers ask if we need help.
i hear the sirens and see the reflection of the distant flashing lights against the cars and the mountain side. it seems like forever before professional responders arrive on the scene. by now nearly everyone has left. "we better hit the road before this gets all backed up!" they said as they disappeared into their vehicles.
almost as quickly as everyone came together, they scattered.
a semi-truck driver is leaning on the car, repeating "i'm sorry"s to the couple. the older man from the passenger seat gently says, "i don't know how you didn't see us..."
kara and i stay until the couple starts to receive some medical attention (although they didn't have a scratch on them), only long enough after to ask one of the medics if we needed to stay for anything and them to say 'no'.
we were back on the road again, letting the adrenaline drive the rest of our road trip to pennsylvania.
sunday, on our trip back to north carolina, we stopped in elkins, west virginia to attend a benefit concert at the american mountain theater to support our friend and his recent cancer treatments. the performers spoke of miraculous hope and of generous love. they sang of a people who pray and of a God who heals.
we chose seats in the very back of the theater. i wanted to fully grasp the awesome power of the outpouring of love for matt. i wanted to see the rows of seats completely fill, and that i did. 600 people. plus all the people who gave for the cause, even after all of the seats had been sold.
if that's not a testimony of a man's life and the way he loves the people around him, then well i'm not sure i know what is.
"the goodness of man", eh? i still hold fast that our instinct is to go into selfish survival mode, but we have a higher calling to "do good" and if we let it, that good will overpower our egos.
i close with a quote from shantung compound:
"Our particular job of salesman, professor, or senator
may prove useless in a camp or even in the next historical moment.
But our neighbor is always with us,
in the city, in the country, or in the camp.
If the meaning of life on its deepest level is the service of God–
which in turn means the service of the neighbor's needs and fellowship with him–
then this is a task that carries over in to any new situation.
The creation and preservation of life
so that it may be enjoyed by all,
the development of community in the direction of justice,
the satisfaction of the needs of all our fellows through some practical work well done,
and finally the creation of fellowship with others–
these fundamental tasks, communal expressions in each case of the love of one's neighbor,
are present in any historical situation.
In each circumstance they call for
courage, integrity, self-sacrifice, energy, and intelligence;
and on them depends the life of civilization."
i believe that people have the ability and even the notion to be good, but that our intuition calls us to be selfish. only when we overcome that selfishness that we do as john welsey taught, to "do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can." our instinct, however, is to take care of number one. it's basic survival mode.
kara and i were driving to pittsburgh for katie's wedding when we rounded a bend in the road and saw a car upside down in a ditch. first reaction: wow that sucks. assumed it happened days ago since no one was around and no other cars had stopped. second reaction a millisecond later: the wheels are still spinning. no other cars have stopped because there aren't any cars ahead of us on the road. holy crap, this JUST happened!
without a thought, kara pulls the car over while i pull out my cell phone. she runs across the interstate while i dial 911. "where are you?" the woman on the other end of the line asks. "northbound on I-77 in virginia, but not exactly sure where. a sign up ahead says 11 miles till hillsville."
a motorcyclist pulls over. he and kara try to get in the car.
"is there anyone in the car?" the woman on the phone asks. "yes." i say without knowing the answer for sure. i'm too afraid to look through the glass. if there were people in that smashed upside down vehicle, i was sure they were dead.
a van pulls over. the man has a wrench to break the glass. an older woman crawls from the drivers seat and outside through the back door. the passenger, an older gentleman, isn't quite so mobile. he's still strapped into his seat, hanging upside down from the ceiling. it's a few more moments before he gets unbuckled, flipped around, and pulled out of the other side of the car. i count 8 of us strangers helping the couple.
by now a man has a neon vest and is directing traffic. he must be a construction worker or part of a road crew. only a few passing drivers ask if we need help.
i hear the sirens and see the reflection of the distant flashing lights against the cars and the mountain side. it seems like forever before professional responders arrive on the scene. by now nearly everyone has left. "we better hit the road before this gets all backed up!" they said as they disappeared into their vehicles.
almost as quickly as everyone came together, they scattered.
a semi-truck driver is leaning on the car, repeating "i'm sorry"s to the couple. the older man from the passenger seat gently says, "i don't know how you didn't see us..."
kara and i stay until the couple starts to receive some medical attention (although they didn't have a scratch on them), only long enough after to ask one of the medics if we needed to stay for anything and them to say 'no'.
we were back on the road again, letting the adrenaline drive the rest of our road trip to pennsylvania.
sunday, on our trip back to north carolina, we stopped in elkins, west virginia to attend a benefit concert at the american mountain theater to support our friend and his recent cancer treatments. the performers spoke of miraculous hope and of generous love. they sang of a people who pray and of a God who heals.
we chose seats in the very back of the theater. i wanted to fully grasp the awesome power of the outpouring of love for matt. i wanted to see the rows of seats completely fill, and that i did. 600 people. plus all the people who gave for the cause, even after all of the seats had been sold.
if that's not a testimony of a man's life and the way he loves the people around him, then well i'm not sure i know what is.
"the goodness of man", eh? i still hold fast that our instinct is to go into selfish survival mode, but we have a higher calling to "do good" and if we let it, that good will overpower our egos.
i close with a quote from shantung compound:
"Our particular job of salesman, professor, or senator
may prove useless in a camp or even in the next historical moment.
But our neighbor is always with us,
in the city, in the country, or in the camp.
If the meaning of life on its deepest level is the service of God–
which in turn means the service of the neighbor's needs and fellowship with him–
then this is a task that carries over in to any new situation.
The creation and preservation of life
so that it may be enjoyed by all,
the development of community in the direction of justice,
the satisfaction of the needs of all our fellows through some practical work well done,
and finally the creation of fellowship with others–
these fundamental tasks, communal expressions in each case of the love of one's neighbor,
are present in any historical situation.
In each circumstance they call for
courage, integrity, self-sacrifice, energy, and intelligence;
and on them depends the life of civilization."
Thursday, May 13, 2010
just a number
they say a relationship doesn't become official until facebook relationship statuses are updated. i say a personal connection isn't real until i add you to my cell phone book.
he's back again, and for the first time in 2 years he's listed in my phone.
every sporadic time that his number has come up on my phone over the past couple years i have instantly known who it was. there was no need to program the number in my phone. i knew it when i saw it.
furthermore, if it were in my phone i would be tempted to call or text and it's been in my best interest not to have that availability. he comes and goes from my life like mosquitoes or fireflies - sweeps back into my life for a while, just until i get used to the company, then all of a sudden one day i realize that they're gone. it's anywhere from 3-6 months before he returns.
tonight as i sat in the company of two great friends, at a table with great food, listening to great music (ok, not-so-great, but the series there was nice so i left it) i found myself selecting his latest text and adding a new contact to my phone book. so when he called to wish me a good night and sweet dreams tonight, i saw his name instead of a seemingly random set of ten numbers on the screen.
he's not just a number anymore. i have claimed his connection to me. i have claimed him.
do you ever feel like you're 'just a number'?
in class.
at the mall.
at the party.
in the grocery store.
at the gym.
during the morning commute.
in your family.
on your team.
to your boss.
in your church.
to God.
does any of that ring true for you?
i can't promise much from this list. unfortunately, all of us will be just a number at times throughout our lives. God though,.... God has numbered every hair on your head (Luke 12.7). You are clearly more than a number. God has claimed your connection. God has claimed you.
he's back again, and for the first time in 2 years he's listed in my phone.
every sporadic time that his number has come up on my phone over the past couple years i have instantly known who it was. there was no need to program the number in my phone. i knew it when i saw it.
furthermore, if it were in my phone i would be tempted to call or text and it's been in my best interest not to have that availability. he comes and goes from my life like mosquitoes or fireflies - sweeps back into my life for a while, just until i get used to the company, then all of a sudden one day i realize that they're gone. it's anywhere from 3-6 months before he returns.
tonight as i sat in the company of two great friends, at a table with great food, listening to great music (ok, not-so-great, but the series there was nice so i left it) i found myself selecting his latest text and adding a new contact to my phone book. so when he called to wish me a good night and sweet dreams tonight, i saw his name instead of a seemingly random set of ten numbers on the screen.
he's not just a number anymore. i have claimed his connection to me. i have claimed him.
do you ever feel like you're 'just a number'?
in class.
at the mall.
at the party.
in the grocery store.
at the gym.
during the morning commute.
in your family.
on your team.
to your boss.
in your church.
to God.
does any of that ring true for you?
i can't promise much from this list. unfortunately, all of us will be just a number at times throughout our lives. God though,.... God has numbered every hair on your head (Luke 12.7). You are clearly more than a number. God has claimed your connection. God has claimed you.
Thursday, May 6, 2010
season of uncertainty, part 2
friends whose musical judgment i respect have recently been making mention of the avett brothers. the band name rattles off their tongues like i have a clue who they're talking about. i'm too ashamed to correct their assumption. to some, i am a musical reference. they come to me for recommendations of new artists to look out for. but these avett brothers that everyone talks about - well i've never heard of them.
i blame this partially on the fact that i haven't had cable for over a year and partially on the exhaustion i have felt in the past year as work has grown tougher and grad school has come to a close. my windows to the outside world have been hazy at best.
tonight things somewhat came to a head. i baked a carrot cake to celebrate laura and sandy tomorrow in the office, but the cake layers broke as they came loose from the pan. i started laundry, but didn't even make a dent. katy noticed water puddled on my kitchen floor and realized that it was leaking through the ceiling from the toilet upstairs. pete thought it would be a good idea to leave a pee trail all over the landing of the stairs. i still haven't begun rewriting my thesis which is due monday and i can't even think about taking my new testament final exam online until i have the graduate film finished for baccalaureate on friday.
on this same day, may 6th 2008, i wrote:
this will be known as the season of uncertainty for here on out. here i am again. potentially jobless...not knowing if i even want to stay in nc. wondering if it's time to head back to ohio for a while, or if it's time to go boldly to nashville or denver or savannah. question after question all over again...
funny how two years later i find myself in such a different place, and yet still so uncertain.
sure, i'm finishing up my masters degree. this should be a joyous occasion, right? but all i can think is, "okay, what's next?" it's clear that a chapter of my life is closing. but, like any good season finale cliffhanger, I haven't a clue where the opening paragraph of the next chapter will take me.
what does this have to do with the avett brothers? well, not much. but as everything was falling apart tonight i heard the lyrics of this new band with whom i am quickly and completely falling in love:
"we live uncertainty
and disappointments have to be
and everyday we might be facing more
and yes we live in desperate times
but fading words and shaking rhymes
there’s only one thing here worth hoping for
with lucifer beneath you and God above
if either one of them asks you what your living of
say "love"
i blame this partially on the fact that i haven't had cable for over a year and partially on the exhaustion i have felt in the past year as work has grown tougher and grad school has come to a close. my windows to the outside world have been hazy at best.
tonight things somewhat came to a head. i baked a carrot cake to celebrate laura and sandy tomorrow in the office, but the cake layers broke as they came loose from the pan. i started laundry, but didn't even make a dent. katy noticed water puddled on my kitchen floor and realized that it was leaking through the ceiling from the toilet upstairs. pete thought it would be a good idea to leave a pee trail all over the landing of the stairs. i still haven't begun rewriting my thesis which is due monday and i can't even think about taking my new testament final exam online until i have the graduate film finished for baccalaureate on friday.
on this same day, may 6th 2008, i wrote:
this will be known as the season of uncertainty for here on out. here i am again. potentially jobless...not knowing if i even want to stay in nc. wondering if it's time to head back to ohio for a while, or if it's time to go boldly to nashville or denver or savannah. question after question all over again...
funny how two years later i find myself in such a different place, and yet still so uncertain.
sure, i'm finishing up my masters degree. this should be a joyous occasion, right? but all i can think is, "okay, what's next?" it's clear that a chapter of my life is closing. but, like any good season finale cliffhanger, I haven't a clue where the opening paragraph of the next chapter will take me.
what does this have to do with the avett brothers? well, not much. but as everything was falling apart tonight i heard the lyrics of this new band with whom i am quickly and completely falling in love:
"we live uncertainty
and disappointments have to be
and everyday we might be facing more
and yes we live in desperate times
but fading words and shaking rhymes
there’s only one thing here worth hoping for
with lucifer beneath you and God above
if either one of them asks you what your living of
say "love"
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