Thursday, January 26, 2006

And the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

Well she was an american girl
Raised on promises
She couldn’t help thinkin that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
Yeah, and if she had to die
Tryin’ she had one little promise
She was gonna keep

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an american girl

It was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
She could the cars roll by
Out on 441
Like waves crashin’ in the beach
And for one desperate moment there
He crept back in her memory
God it’s so painful
Something that’s so close
And still so far out of reach

Oh yeah, all right
Take it easy baby
Make it last all night
She was an american girl

Meanwhile...

I am still living with your ghost
Lonely and dreaming of the west coast
I don’t want to be your downtime
I don’t want to be your stupid game

With my big black boots and an old suitcase
I do believe I’ll find myself a new place
I don’t want to be the bad guy
I don’t want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
I just want to see some palm trees
Go and try and shake away this disease

We can live beside the ocean
Leave the fire behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die

I am still dreaming of your face
Hungry and hollow for all the things you took away

I don’t want to be your good time
I don’t want to be your fall-back crutch anymore

I’ll walk right out into a brand new day
Insane and rising in my own weird way
I don’t want to be the bad guy

I don’t want to do your sleepwalk dance anymore
I just want to feel some sunshine
I just want to find some place to be alone

We can live beside the ocean
Leave the fire behind
Swim out past the breakers
Watch the world die

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Paper weight

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.

Woody Allen

Global warming

Date line: Cutters Point UWT.

Right now I am glad that republicans refuse to believe that the global climate is changing. It is a warm (50's) spring like day. After 30+ days of rain 50/50 clouds and sun is a welcome change. What is really nice is the promise of spring on the breeze. There is a definite 'smell' of freshness. (Of course, July 4th is a long way off. We have a lot more time for rain.)

So, I have finally broken down and accepted the term 'missional living'. Up to this point I thought the phrase was stupid. But now after trying to find a word that says 'I am a person trying to live like I believe what Jesus said' without using a wordy sentence hasn't worked. Missonal living still smacks of christian lingo. And I guess the word discipleship has fallen out of fashion as the word to use. So for now, missional living it is.

And finally: The first requisite for immortality is death.
-Stanislaw Lec

Monday, January 23, 2006

Where have all the poodles gone?

We are drying. The rain has stopped long enough for the puddles to go away. A spring day met me at my car this morning. It was a pleasant hello.

This Friday I am off to the races. The church I go to is headed to Leavenworth WA for a weekend of inner tubing and discipleship. Rain down here means lots of snow up there. I am doing what I can to steel myself for what is to come. RISK takes the pain away. We have some time set aside for that most glorious game of world domination.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

Lots of rain

Makes lots of mud. After a point, the rain no longer cleans. The dirt and grime has been creeping up the cars and across the floors of homes all over LKWD. I don't see a time-out in the near horizon. It is so wet that people have stopped going into coffee shops.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

20 plus days and counting

The view from my second story window includes grey metal clouds and rain. We have been saturated with the wet stuff from the sky. Morning traffic reports include mud-slide warnings and standing water up-dates. This is Washington, some people love it, the rest leave.

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Happy New Year

Yep, it is twenty-oh-six. The tradition is to make all sorts of meaning filled plans to better the self through exercise and education. I am no different. My list includes things like waking up, earlier. So far, I have not had much success. I will have to keep practicing.