The layers of gray are slowing strolling through the Seattle Sky this morning. I’m sitting on the 2nd floor of Peet’s Coffee and Tea in Fremont glancing out to see construction workers in their orange and yellow surgery scrubs giving a face-lift to a bridge. There is a shaggy dog tied up across the street at who gets up from his morning nap every now and then to peek around the patio chairs and catch a glimpse of any intruders or friends that might interrupt him. A group of casually dressed gentlepersons are next to me talking in the foreign language of legalese about lawsuits and contracts and cell phone companies. The older guy on the left is dominating the conversations… almost like a mentor who listens too little and yet always has something good to say. Before hand, another businessman, this time in a suit was doing some office work and making some phone calls. He apologized for his volume and out of place context and offered me an untouched piece of Zucchini bread that wasn’t going to be able to accompany him to his 10am meeting down the street. After an initial questioning, I thankfully accepted – it made my less than tasteful chai go down easier. Naomi is at a TESL conference at SPU for the day and I have lunch plans with an old co-worker, which includes a beer and a geo-cache.
Last evening Naomi, James, Jana, and myself had balcony seats to see Patty Griffin. She did a fantastic job with both the acoustic upbeat hand clapping songs and her soul connecting ballads of depression and incompleteness. The band played around her – it wasn’t an overextension of anything; no rock hard guitar solos or drum breakout sessions. Everything was used to give background and context and ambience to her and her song at that moment. The band enhanced the perfection of the song, even if the piano wanted to sabotage the scene with some of its off-key rebels. She was on of my must see before I die artist. And now I’m closer to death but with the anticipation of also being closer to life.
It is the last morning of winter. Spring is officially here at 5:07 this evening. May the things that died this cold season past stay dead if the Divine desires. But for the sake of hope and change and resurrection may new life come. Leave this winter cold behind and embrace the coming sun
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Cool blog. Thanks for the cd as well. I am putting together a compilation of my own to ship out to you.
I had a couple things published in Group magazine and some youth ministry devo guides. Nothing huge, but it's a foot in the door for a bigger publisher when I finish this book I'm working on.
Wish you were in Lebanon.
hurrah for real.
ahhh Spring. At last.
hey :)
doing swell here. read your blog about taxes. fooey, i know. $700 last year thanks to self-employment. this year should be better. an addition to my greece fund.
severe mercy fan? isn't it positively awful?! nick and i love it (probably for its familiarity). Lord knows i've tasted mercy of the severe kind. and the way it shines light on love. oh, and all the lewis! man's a genius. i was obviously born at the wrong time. i'm actually half through re-reading it (which i do believe they speak of in the book as some sign).
...anyways. the days are swell enough, with all needed to enjoy the moment yet plenty of room to know life more.
i'm jealous you got to see patti, but, well, i was on my way home from mexico that day :)
perhaps i should've saved all that for an email. well, either way, there it is :) send a hello to naomi and return the update sometime.
enjoy the days. ring us if ever you find yourself in oly.
ciao.
nic
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