Almost a decade ago, I started reading this musician’s blog after a photographer I admire linked to her. We quickly became fast friends: blog comments turned to emails; Skype calls turned to visits to each other.
I am undoubtedly biased, but Julie is an insanely talented musician and songwriter, and I am so freakin’ proud of her new E.P. which released last week.
You Were Younger is available now, in all your favorite music listening places: grab your copy on iTunes or Bandcamp, stream from Spotify or Apple Music, or do what I did and buy a physical copy off Bandcamp.
8 hours 40 minutes
1 very happy but very tired Emma
Summits reached: Meall Greigh, Meall Garbh, An Stuc and Ben Lawers.
More photos on flickr.
Still time for donations.
When my primary creative tools are keystrokes and shuttersnaps, it’s nice to make something every so often that requires sandpaper and hacksaws. There is a physicality to this kind of creation that is absent from my digital creations.
Recently I have been turning an old pallet into a shelf for my kitchen wall, and I’ve found myself surprised by what Jesus has been doing through the process.
The shelf started as an old, rough, wooden pallet. My first step was to pull boards off, resizing and realigning them as needed. It’s a brutal and demanding process! How often I’ve found myself there with my faith, too. I find the ever-patient Jesus prying off the boards of jealousy; control; every area in need of an overhaul. It’s not an easy process, but it is absolutely necessary to shape me into who God longs for me be.
Then there’s the hours of sanding. Hours of running a rough piece of paper up and down the boards. It’s a tedious and repetitive task: there’s no medals for smoothest board, no awards for longest sanding. Every run along the board adds to the callouses on my hands. Calloused to match the areas where I’ve been hard hearted and stubborn, and desperately need Jesus to sand my soul.
Finally the shelf is finished: the right boards are in the right places at the right level of smoothness. All that’s left is to hang it on the wall. But right now it’s sitting on one end in a corner of my bedroom. Perhaps not the best place for it if I want to set placemats and recipe books on it. I wonder how many other places in my life I have started well, only to get distracted or frustrated halfway through? It doesn’t matter how smooth or beautiful the shelf is, if I don’t finish it. Without actually hanging it on the kitchen wall, all I’ve got is very pretty wooden posts randomly sitting in my room.
Surprising how much you can learn about faith while building a shelf.
Earlier this month I dragged my long-suffering flatmate up a hill with me for the very first time.
It’s easy to think that climbing Munros requires lots of fitness.
It doesn’t; not really.
All it requires is the determination to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
But it does help when you get views like this…
“Kafka might have advocated tackling ‘only books that bite or sting us’ (or ‘wound and stab us’, depending on which translation you favour)… but he didn’t have to commute through the rush hour, holding on to a swinging strap with only the words in front of his eyes to take his mind off the armpit of the person standing two inches away.”
Reading the World – Ann Morgan