terça-feira, agosto 30, 2005

The Search

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I'm taking a break from the previous series to discuss something that has caught me since watching "Love Actually" this morning. I know-- some parts and much of the movie was somewhat.... well... sensor privy, but it did get me thinking. What are our priorities? I just wonder, when you get married, where does your spouse stand in the line of priorities and if that's where she stands then, then why isn't she there now? Why do people not really believe in loving someone for their entire lives, even before meeting or "knowing?" Perhaps there is something inside someone that waits to love. But how can they put it on hold when it will one day hold all of their priorities? How can you not look for that someone you love? When a father is away from his daughter, does he not call her three times every week? Is it possible that people, in fact, do themselves and their future spouses an injustice by saying that, in their lives, they will first do everything and then love will come at the end of it all. As if life was not something to be shared. As if trouble were something to face alone. As if the purpose of marriage were to weigh one down and tie them up for life. And somehow this is supposed to mirror God's love? You know, when these things are said and I nod as if I understand entirely what is going on, I really can't say that I truly understand. In all reality I don't at all. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I have been in love with someone my entire life. Someday soon I will know his face, I will know his name, but in knowing myself and my God, somehow I already know and love him. And while my aim in life at this moment may not be a crazy and desperate search for him, my eyes are open, not closed. And the moments are fluid. I build for myself in hopes of following God's plan and creating the best possible life and path for us all..... Call me hopeless... Call me romantic.....

quarta-feira, agosto 24, 2005


To continue from the last post-- Canta, which tells one to sing, I must now talk about the Cancion, the song, the source of the beating of your heart. The very beginning and end of the dance (siting: "Life's a dance you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow). But this beginning-- where is it? What brings this song into the life of each individual? And to tell the truth, I really could not definitely say. Symbolically, the ultimate song is the creator of the song-- the creator of us all, of sound, of instrument, of material and spirit. However, on a more shallow symbolic level, I'd say that the song is very much inspired. Not that the greatest Man ever sent to earth could not be inspiration enough-- only to say that His inspiration is a source from whence other inspirations come. And perhaps this inspiration (that some may say is shallow or whatnot) is truly His mirror. However, we must somehow tap into it. Sure, we may dance, but is that dance not more meaningful when the lyrics are understood? Is the dance not more beautiful when the steps are in line with the beat? The steps are-- not to stretch, but to illustration-- simply a mirror of the beat, and when one steps out of the beat, where is the music? Close your eyes and soak in the music. Sit alone and sense only yourself and the music? Nice, right? Now open them and step in beat-- you, your partner and the music. You've reached the next level-- Bailando.

I'm doing something slightly different with this post and hoping that someone somewhere is reading it and will respond. Do you need explanation? Do you wish to discuss? Before I write any more about the bailando, I want to make sure this is not some far out weird thing that no one really understands. Plus, I'd just like a little discussion to see where this is taking you, where you think it's going and what you think it's talking about. Sometimes explanation limits the reader where this will either confuse you or, as is my hope, allow you to learn and get out of it what you may.
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domingo, agosto 14, 2005


This is, perhaps, spontaneous. But I've seen a story playing before my eyes-- first the title and the pieces of life. And I thought perhaps a bit of open time here may produce a decent introduction. My Canta---

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It's funny what time does-- what happens to people and what holds them. Sometimes a song plays in your head over and over again. And then you sing and you sing loud and strong. The melody floats through the air and then time wears on the song. And no matter the melody, the words, the meaning-- it becomes old and is then replaced and you forget about it. Until, 10 years down the road, you hear it again-- the first time in years and suddenly you feel like you did the first time it held that meaning. And you let it take you back, never wanna let it go (no never). And once again that voice says "Canta" and do it with all of your heart. When you cantas, it's deeper than just singing. It's a melody of life-- a beat that you walk, talk and feel. It's a song with meaning-- real meaning, heart hope and love and life. And such is my cancion-- i canto.