I Don’t Fit In {church, music & me}

Much of my childhood I felt I didn’t fit. We moved so much in my junior and senior high school years I didn’t have time to join so I didn’t have time to fit. By the time I figured out the rhythm of this new school we were moving to another state where I’d have to observe and learn again. Move from Arkansas to Baltimore: note to self: they don’t...

Church, Music and me (an introduction)

It would be a safe guess that Jesus Loves Me was the first song I learned to sing. Sunday School songs came long before Romper Room and Mary Poppins. I was raised with the kind of choruses that had motions. We sang about Zacheus being a wee little man as we held our hand out low and then we pantomimed his climb up the sycamore tree. Our fingers numbered 1,...

Do you know the signs when it’s time to rest?

Our fingers tap impatiently on the steering wheel, waiting for the light to turn green. We rush through our to-do list as though we’re competing against an unknown and unseen opponent. The first one to finish wins…..what? His fingers move masterfully over the ivory keys. He reads the notes, feels them in his being and it shows as his body leans with the movement of the music. They fly across...

Tired

I want to retreat. To hide out from people, people I know, and just pretend I have this normal life where I’m a housewife (I was good at that role) and I can tidy up things that are a bit in need and cook a healthy dinner for us and maybe pay attention to the art class I’ve had to ignore due to schedule or do something else creative, but...

This isn’t a country song

I’m not a fan of country music so I’m sure I’ll get this wrong, or offend someone, but wasn’t there an old joke about playing a country song backwards? If you play one backwards you get your wife back, your dog back, etc.? The inference seemed to be country songs are sad. They are about loss. I fear it could seem this blog is often sad and about loss. I...

Hallelujah People

“At my church we sing a gospel song called, “Hallelujah anyway”. Everything’s a mess, and you’re going down the tube financially and gaining weight? Well, hallelujah anyway.” – Anne Lamont I want to be this person. This hallelujah person who can look in the face of sorrow and frustration and say, ‘hallelujah anyway’. When trust has been broken and lies told to our face, ‘hallelujah anyway’. When one goes back...