Where: Mizzou Ampitheatre
When: April 30, 2005, 3:30 p.m.
http://www.bigfree.missouri.edu/dir.html
As the music of my life continues, so will I be singing my song, while it lasts.
It was a lover and his lass
With a hey and a ho, and a heynonino!
That o'er the green cornfield did pass
In the springtime, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
Between the acres of the rye
These pretty country folks would lie:
This carol they began that hour,
How that life was but a flower:
And therefore take the present time
With a hey and a ho, and a heynonino!
For love is crowned with the prime,
In the spring time, the only pretty ring time,
When birds do sing hey ding a ding:
Sweet lovers love the Spring.
-Shakespeare
I have slacked on sharing the rest of these verses from before. I have 20 minutes to do this so here goes. (I hope to only have 2 more entries covering the "Today's Devotion" blog entries.)
What to do when nothing seems to be going right
Wait for the Lord's help. Be strong and brave, and wait for the Lord's help. Psalm 27:14
I wait for the Lord to help me, and I trust his word. Psalm 130:5
Let us live in a right way, like people who belong to the day. We should not have wild parties or get drunk. There should be no sexual sins of any kind, no fighting or jealousy. But clothe yourselves with the Lord Jesus Christ and forget about satisfying your sinful self. Romans 13:13-14
The Bible is your source of strength:
I am sad and tired. Make me strong again as you have promised. Psalm 119:28
I ask the Father in his great glory to give you the power to be strong inwardly through His Spirit. I pray that Christ will live in your hearts by faith and that your life will be strong in love and be built on love. Ephesians 3:16-17
God will strengthen you will his own great power so that you will not give up when troubles come, but you will be patient. And you will joyfully give thanks to the Father who has made you able to have a share in all that he has prepared for his people in the kingdom of light. Colossians 1:11-12
He gives strength to those who are tired and more power to those who are weak. Even children become tired and need to rest, and young people trip and fall. But the people who trust the lord will become strong again. They will rise up as an eagle in the sky; they will run and not need rest; they will walk and not become tired. Isaiah 40:29-31
I can do all things through Christ, because he gives me strength. Philippians 4:13
I love you Lord. You are my strength. The Lord is my rock, my protection, my Savior. My God is my rock. I can run to him for safety. He is my shield and my saving strength, my defender. I will call to the Lord, who is worthy of praise, and I will be saved from my enemies. Psalm 18:1-3
The Lord is my light and the one who saves me. I fear no one. The Lord protects my life; I am afraid of no one. Evil people may try to destroy my body. My enemies and those who hate me attacker me, but they are overwhelmed and defeated. Psalm 27:1-2
I have done it again.
One year in every ten
I manage it-----
A sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
A paperweight,
My featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
O my enemy.
Do I terrify?-------
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And I a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The Peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand in foot ------
The big strip tease.
Gentleman , ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened I was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time I meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say I've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'A miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart---
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash---
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there----
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
God has led the last four years of my life to culminate in a position where I feel like I understand my place in the world, or at least how to handle where I am now on the so-called "journey of life". For quite some time, pretty much since graduation, I really felt without purpose: I was up against every obstacle in my first real job, and I must be the biggest failure ever (I knew I wasn’t I just felt that way). On the outside, everything looked as one would hope for. I was in a 3-year relationship headed for marriage, we were living together, we both had jobs and lived in a town house in West County with our dog and 2 cats. Somewhere along the way, I realized that he was not the right man for me. He was a great person, and he treated me well, just something did not seem right, and I don’t think I was as ready for marriage as I hoped I was.
So I decided to move out and live on my own for a year. It was the first time I had ever lived completely by myself. It was very strange at first, but I got started exercising everyday (as opposed to 3x/ week), playing guitar, and piano. I basically just invested time into myself, and it was good. Then I was lucky enough to meet someone that I consider to be one of the great loves of my life. There are people that you date and you miss for a bit after they are gone, but there are people you date and you feel your life is over when you lose them. I’ve only felt like that with two people in my life, and both of their names happen to start with the same first initial. Strange, eh?
It’s interesting how close circles of friends can be, but then perhaps never meet in between. I could have met him on any number of times. He had a full ride to the same university I attended, but then went to a different university. He was best friends with a guy, who was dating and then engaged to one of my best friends from this university. This is how we met.
I will never forget our first real meeting. I was preparing for a wedding shower the next day, and I convinced my friend in the wedding to come with me to meet him and his friends. My friend from college, said her man would be there, but I hadn’t even met him yet. So we last-minute go over to M.P.O. Reilly’s in the CWE then. I looked awful, I had an old over-stretched, purple-striped, Old Navy shirt on and some shorts and no make-up. Definitely not the right attire, in my opinion, for M.P.O.’s.
As we approached M.P.O.’s, the butterflies starting churning. I had only seen pictures of him, but had no clue what to really expect. We had talked on Yahoo IM for a week or so before really meeting. We sent pictures, flirted online with cheesy smiley’s, and talked about whatever came to our heads. I saw him in the window and freaked, what if he thinks I’m hideous? I was so sweaty from putting up decorations for the wedding shower, and I really could stand to shower and change. Oh well, what the hey? If he doesn’t like me for me, than it’s not worth my time anyway.
He was so quiet that night. I didn’t even know if he was interested. Instantly I figured out who my friend’s soon-to-be fiancĂ© was. I’m not really sure how, just a gut feeling I guess. His friends approached me asking all sorts of questions. How old are you, where’d you go to school, what do you do for a living etc. I felt barraged by everyone but him. Standing aloof, playing pool, keeping his cool in his khaki pants and black textured shirt. Meanwhile I’m glancing over at ‘my date’ thinking, wow’s he’s cute! He was right about the hair dye mistake, but he still looks good none-the-less. What gorgeous blue eyes! Finally his friends called him over (I guess after their interview of me) and they insisted he buy me a drink. I was too embarrassed so I insisted buying my own drink.
After hanging out for a bit, his friends, my friend, and I piled into his piece of junk, red Celica loaded with trash and cigarette boxes. We proceeded to get some food from Del Taco, and went to his place for a bit. Upon entering his place, I noticed a grotesque amount of cat order emanating from within. I later found out his cat sprayed everywhere (until we got him spayed that is). It was totally a place where only men would live. What is it with men who are still living in college dorm/fraternity trash mode, aren’t we past this by nowJ? Anyway, it was getting late, and I gave him a hug. I hoped to hear from him soon.
Most of us enjoy the beginnings of new relationships as the proverbial “Cloud 9” experience. For me however, it was like I was in a dream. Never could I imagine connecting with someone on so many levels. While we each had our varying experiences, to me they seemed almost too similar to be a coincidence. I was amazed at how completely comfortable I felt talking with him and opening up to him. I never could keep something from him, he reads through me like a book. And of course, that’s one of the things I loved about him. Our first official date to Six Flags was absolutely amazing, and the next day we went again. We kept jinxing our words, and in general had a wonderful time.
My favorite date with him of all time was when we went to Forest Park one Sunday for a picnic. Cooler packed with goodies, Cheyenne, and poetry in tow, we trekked to underneath a tree in front of the art museum. There he fed me the best sandwiches I ever had, and read me poetry. At that point on I was sunk, hook, line and sinker. I will never forget that day, it was the most beautiful experience. Our first kiss was magic, total fireworks (although on a different day).
I fell in love with him after two weeks. I never told him though, because that’s just way too early (according to the ‘laws of dating’) to say it, and plus I thought maybe I was just on “Cloud 9.” Two months later, he told me he loved me, and I replied instantly without pause. I will never forget that moment. Wow, no wonder I’m still in love with him.
From then on, he taught me a ton about the city. I didn’t frequent bars very often before meeting him, and they weren’t really cool places either. He opened up a whole new world of experiences and places in the city I didn’t even know existed. I didn’t realize how sheltered in St. Louis I was until I started really getting out there and experiencing all it had to offer. Heck, I hadn’t been up in the arch until after I graduated college for crying out loud. Now that’s sad!
I’m not sure why but suddenly, I felt him pulling away from me, or maybe it was all in my head and I was just scared to lose him. We ended up breaking up at the usual 6 month mile marker. I’m not sure what it is about 6 months, but usually that’s my cut off with someone. We then proceeded to date on and off for the next 2 years. I regret having those stupid, dumb fights that couples typically have. One time we had a fight over a contact lens case, thinking about it now makes me laugh!
After 5-6 months of practically not talking, and only seeing each other because we had mutual friends, somehow we started talking again. It was like we were almost never apart. We caught up, and even talked about the past. I learned some things about myself. Somehow my experiences from this last year, going back to church, having a huge “ah ha” moment for myself through reading and a bad dating experiences in between, getting stuck at my parents for spring break, somehow it’s all come together. It’s like I just grew in relationship maturity, as if I understand what I want now, and how to be a better girlfriend in some ways.
I think at least in some of my relationships, I’ve been skeptical and untrusting. What you expect is what you get. I’m sure I subconsciously picked the wrong people for me on purpose, knowing I wouldn’t have to commit. In being skeptical about other people’s commitment to me in a relationship, it was also me who had the problem with commitment, I think. And I really did not go about the right way of solving problems sometimes. Getting anxious and jealous are really not the way to express how one is really feeling and thinking.
But that is all in the past. Perhaps I will be lucky enough to do a relationship right with someone for once. I don’t know if I’ll ever find love like I had the two men that start with “X” initial, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if I did?
Tell me your experiences. Have you ever had loves that when you lost them felt like your heart was ripped to shreds and you’d never recover? If so what did you do to ‘get over it’ (not that you forget them) but to move on? Do you think it better to have loved and lost to have never loved at all?
"If Music Be the Food of Love"
If music be the food of love,
Sing on till I am fill'd with joy;
For then my list'ning soul you move
To pleasures that can never cloy.
Your eyes, your mien, your tongue declare
That you are music ev'rywhere.
Pleasures invade both eye and ear,
So fierce the transports are, they wound,
And all my senses feasted are,
Tho' yet the treat is only sound,
Sure I must perish by your charms,
Unless you save me in your arms.
Reset from Shakespear'es Twelfth Night by Henry Heveningham
You can't be happy unless you've experienced sadness.
If you're happy, make someone else happy.
Smile more.
You are going to see the sun again in the morning.
When you're not happy just have a rest.
Use what you got.
Can't and happy should not be in the same sentence.
Don't be afraid to feel what it is in your heart.
You should not be unhappy about someone else's happiness.
Mistakes shouldn't be worried about, just be happy for the experience that no-one else has had.
You don't need to win. Winning is great but happiness is not a competition.
Don't treat people in a way you wouldn't want to be treated.
Remember everyone has feelings.
If you've got fresh vegies and meat, you can cook a wonderful dinner, but if you cook badly it tastes bad.
My happiness is not your happiness.
Your happiness should not depend on someone else.
Happiness is like a fingerprint - it's unique to each individual.
Happy happy joy joy...
Don't take happiness for granted.
Don't be afraid of being sad.
Retail therapy actually works.
If you can't be honest to yourself, how can you be honest to somebody else?
Learn to admit you're wrong. Take responsiblity for your own actions and it all of a sudden gets a lot easier.
Do something, and you will see something.
Be happy to be happy.
Pat a cat, kiss a dog, and spread a little more love.
Never tell someone to be happy.
Don't laugh at someone else's happiness.
Don't try to be happy, that should be easy - try not to be sad.
Be Yourself.
Don't make any decisions from your weakness.
Knowing what makes you sad is more powerful than knowing what makes you happy.
Happiness does not have a monetary value, but if you like it, buy it.
A jealous person will never be happy with what they have.
Take care of the next person. And the person after that.
To be happy you need to be true to yourself.
Mistakes are great, easy is boring.
Happiness is...
Everything has a positive and a negative - if you can't see the positive you are looking in the worng place.
Happiness isn't the meaning of life - it's a part of life.