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Friday
May292009

musings from coach

On my 9 hour flight to Italy, I was seated by the window - beside a middle aged Italian couple.  They spoke no English, so I had no one to communicate with. I figured, for purposes of keepsake only, I would take note of what I would say, had I had an English speaking individual to express my sentiments.  These thoughts are as follows:

  • 32A where are you? Please be beside the bathroom... I just drank 24oz of water.  Niiiice, by the bathroom.  Uh -oh, i'm by the window... my seatmates are going to hate me.
  • I knew I should not have just eaten half of the sandwich from Panera - God only knows what I will be served at the mile-high cafe. Eating in moderation totally backfired this time.
  • Roastbeef, and tortelinni, and a ham sandwich... hmmm, ok.  When on the way to Rome....
  • Would I be wrong to give the 2 -year old bambino behind me a dirty look for finding pleasure in kicking my seat back?
  • God help me, i'm about to get really rude.
  • 67 rows on the plane, and my row is the one row with technical difficulties.  No movies? Are you serious...
  • Man - I bet that dude is enjoying the Pursuit of Happyness.  Dammit.
  • Is this really Diet Coke? OMG, I'm in love.
  • Sweet, my seat mates are taking a potty break, here's my moment.
  • And there goes my laptop battery - at least that means i'm 3 hours into my  flight.
  • Mmmmh, more Diet Coke.
  • [Watching the Skymap] - Casablana, nice.  Wonder why I never thought to watch that movie?
  • Oh wow, someone is stuck in the bathroom.  That sucks.  I wonder if they know to pull when exiting?  Maybe I should tell them.
  • 4 hours and 53 minutes to go, nap time.  Hope I wake up for sunrise, I promised to take pictures.
  • Maybe I should wait for the nap, and go back to studying my Italian... nope... naptime wins.
  • Odd, something jolted me out of my sleep - but being on a plane with hundreds of people, I suppose that's to be expected.  Ahh - sunrise.  Hellooooo Bay of Biscay.
  • 56 minutes til touchdown... progress is good.
  • Hello Rome.  Piachere.
Wednesday
Mar112009

Still.

On many occasions - probably most - I try to leave the subject of God, religion and beliefs far away from conversation.  Not quite sure why, but I imagine it's to avoid that undesired awkwardness that comes when people aren't warm and fuzzy with the topic of conversation.  It does not mean my faith is any less than the next person -- I just choose to keep my beliefs to myself mostly, but also my family... and most recently, my boyfriend.  However... my personal inspiration sent me a bit of inspiration today -- and it really hit home... so I thought I would share.... (for the atheist... you might want to come back another day.  for the agnostic... dare to read.  for the religious at heart... enjoy.) My inspiration to you... Happy Wednesday.... By:  Aqualyn Toi Jones I like to think that I'm an extrovert with introvert tendencies. I sometimes prefer noise to silence and company to solitude. That just seems to be my personality. Hidden behind all this extroversion is this truth: Sometimes I don't like to be alone. I'm willing to bet that I'm not the only one. When I am alone - no music, television, cell phone, or other distraction - I have no other choice than to face myself. And let's face it, that's not always easy or pleasurable. I think we need a better understanding of why time alone with God is so vital. If you were to follow Jesus' life for a few days in the gospels, you would see an undeniable pattern. He spent a lot of time with the multitudes, the cynics, and the disciples. No wonder he needed time alone with God. Why should it be any different with us? Do you remember being told to "be still" as a child? Sit right here and don't move. Stop running. Don't jump on the furniture. Slow down. Just, be still. As kids, we had endless energy. We woke up to play and run. We sought something new every single day. So, the command to "be still" undoubtedly came at the worst possible times. It interrupted our fun, tamed our adventures, and brought us back to reality. Nowadays, energy isn't so endless. Today, we often wake up to pain, illness, or uncertainty. The search for something new is drowned out by the monotony of life (school, work, or home). Even when we're not working, we're preoccupied. You know the saying, "If it ain't one thing, it's another." So, "being still" is seen as an interruption instead of an invitation. Yet, we are encouraged throughout Scripture to spend time alone with God. Moses did it. The prophets of old did it. Jesus did it. Seems pretty clear that we should do it. But, how can I do that, let alone enjoy it, if I don't even like to be with myself? Time alone with yourself is like a mirror into your soul. The memories of the past rush in; followed by regret, guilt, and shame. Or maybe the things that worry you begin to take precedence. By the time you sort through all of you there isn't much energy (or desire) to remain there or to seek God. Time alone with God has a purpose. It is a mirror into how God sees you. It is there that we are forgiven, refreshed, restored, and renewed. There we are healed, encouraged, and even reprimanded. Beauty is given for ashes and strength for weakness. Hebrews 4:14-15 reminds us that "...we do not have a High Priest who cannot sympathize with our weaknesses, but was in all points tempted as we are, yet without sin. Therefore, let us come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and grace to help in the time of need." As children, we had no other choice when we were told to be still. Now, let us choose to be still because we prefer time with Him over all of our distractions. And simply, because life has a way of giving us no other choice.
Sunday
Feb012009

Write Brain...

I know. I'm all over the place, indecisive, spastic, indecisive... curious, indecisive, quirky, scattered.... yea, I know. Ever since I left "Chaos in Translation" in blog history - I haven't settled in a new name for my unscriptd blog.  I enjoy the notion of write brain... because I write... and as a lefty, I apparently think with the right side of my brain.  Maybe I should call it scatter brain... Write Brain. This one might be a keeper, but don't be surprised if I wake up tomorrow feeling not so sure again.  At this rate, I will never get anything done.... why is it so hard to make a decision? So - a recap of the last three weeks...
  • I rescued a puppy.  His name is Cooper. So now Alex has a brother.  He was not a fan of the little rat looking creature scattering around the house for the first 3-4 days.  But now they are BFFs.  Whew.
  • I started my business website... and my business cards.  And... decided to create a store in Etsy... more to come on that one.
  • I had to kick my tenant out of the townhouse I was renting out.  Too many months of super late rent started to make me itch.  Seriously...  she had a few choice words for me, but in a Zoloft free mindset, I opted to take the high road - and not call my "people."
  • I thought it was a good idea to take a stab at giving Alex a hair cut.  We are in a recession, and I was not feelin' the whole swiping of debit cards for $60 that I could very easily save.  Well -- perhaps I should have gone on and swiped.  Good think Alex's hair grows back fast, and his love is unconditional.
  • I realized that I have some long eye lashes.   I went to the beauty counter at the mall the other day, and she convinced me to try mascara.  I explained to her that I always rub my eyes (it's relaxing) and while the notion of this eye stuff was great and all - I rather not look like I have a black eye.  Well she tried, I liked a little, but I was excited about the length of my lashes... I never knew.