Policeman
Segway
I saw a policeman on a Segway today, and I near killed myself laughing!
Windy City Day One
It feels great to be back in Chicago! I don’t know why particularly, but it feels like a home from home. Great place.
I was up for a solid 24 hours yesterday, and it was totally worth it. Bumped into Stewart on board a Glasgow to Luton flight, and kept each other marginally more awake than normal. Spent the entirety of an 8 hour transatlantic flight veering between two thoughts: “the guy in front of me is really cute” and “that kid is 3 and playing with an iPhone – I feel old”.
The journey from O Hare to my friends apartment is fairly straightforward, and was going fine until I had to switch from the metro to the bus. I made a mental note last year when I was here of which side to get the bus on (after riding it in the wrong direction for 40 minutes), yet still got totally confused by it again. Ha. I really don’t do buses.
Got soaked on the walk from the bus stop to Hannah’s place – it’s been raining off and on, but today wasn’t too bad. Took a trip to Navy Pier and wandered around Michigan Avenue again.
Being inspired and encouraged by Don Miller’s new book, A Million Miles In A Thousand Years, which I read in London yesterday – more on that later.
End Of An Era
I walked out of the office today for the last time as a staff member. Four months as a online PR officer have flown by, even more so than 10 months as a youth worker.
What can I say about the last 14 months? No doubt there will be more words here over the coming weeks. Right now?
I’m so privileged to have had 14 months working for an organisation I truly believe in, with colleagues who have become close friends, doing a job that gives me such satisfaction. You know, after this I think I could actually get used to the 9-5 thing…!
Skye’s the Limit
Photographs from my Skye trip last month are finally online!
Lyrics On Friday
This track popped up on shuffle earlier this week, and it seemed so totally appropriate! It’s been a while since I’ve listened the whole way through a John Mayer album, but I’ve been listening to him a lot this week again.
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I’m jaded
I hate itI’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Get hereSearching all my days just to find you
I’m not sure who I’m looking for
I’ll know it
When I see you
Until then, I’ll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no oneI’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get hereI could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
Oh no wayI could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?I’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I’m so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here oh yeahI’m tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I’m so tired of being alone
So hurry up and get hereYou’ll be so good
You’ll be so good for me[Love Song For Noone – John Mayer]
Arranging Memory & Invention
“The very act of storytelling, of arranging memory and invention according to the structure of the narrative, is by definition holy… We tell stories because we can’t help it. We tell stories because we love to entertain and hope to edify. We tell stories because they fill the silence death imposes. We tell stories because they save us.”
[James Carroll]
Lyrics On Friday On Saturday
Because I am late with them again this week! I’ve been listening to the new Imogen Heap album a ton lately, and particularly the first track…
(I’ve got to get on it) (3x)
Bodies disengaged our mouths are fleshing over.
It´s just an echo game irises retreating
to ovals of white.
The urge to feel your face
And blood rushing to paint my handprint
A Frisbee one by one
Your vinyl on lamanent
Desperate for some kind of contact.First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
To Catch to catch catch catch catch.
First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
First Train homeTemporal deadzone where clocks are barely breathing
Yet no one cares to notice for all the yelling
All night clamor to hold it together.
I want to play don’t wait forms in the hideaway
I want to get on with getting on with things
I want to run in fields paint the kitchen
And love someone
And I can’t do any of that here can I?First train home I’ve got to get on it (3x)
First Train homeSo what? You’ve had one too many.
So what? I’m not that much fun to be with
So what? You’ve come silly hatter
So what? I didn’t want to come here anyway.What matters you doesn’t matter matter to me.
What matters to me doesn’t matter matter to you.
What matters to you doesn’t matter matter to them.
What matters to them doesn’t change anything.Got to get on it first train home.
Got to get on it first train homeFirst train home I’ve got to get on it
(I’ve got to get on it)
To catch to catch catch-catch catch.
(First train home)
First train home I’ve got to get on it
First train home.
(First train home)To go to go to go
Get get get get
Out out out out
Now now now now[First Train Home by Imogen Heap]
Finding God
“All truth is God’s truth”
I’ve been thinking about that statement a lot lately.
Every circle has it’s in crowd, the cool kids, the hip ones. It’s no different in church/ faith contexts. Depending on what church you attend, who you’re friends are, what your theology is, or any number of other factors, there are in things and out things. Things it’s ok to like and things it’s so not cool to like.
Even things it’s ok to find God in, and things it’s unacceptable to find God in.
I walk a fine line between cynicism and hope most days. But I want to state right here, right now, that all truth is God’s truth. Find God wherever you find him, and celebrate it, whether that’s on the margins or in the mainstream.
Maybe someday we’ll learn that Jesus is found in both, and learn to celebrate them together.
My Life’s Work
Great little video I stumbled across a couple weeks ago…
I had a great weekend in Skye, and will post some thoughts & photographs soon.
Lyrics On Friday
I’ve been listening to Joe Brooks a lot lately. Fantastic musician for such a young guy. He’s got this really distinctive sound, his vocals particularly are a joy to listen to. He’s on tour around England this month, but unfortunately not up in Scotland. He also supports a charity that’s close to my heart, Invisible Children. Together, we can end the war in Northern Uganda.
When all that you’ve tried, leaves nothing but holes inside,
It seems like you’re wired, to stay here held in time,
Cos nothing seems to change, oh no.
No nothing’s gonna change, at all.
I can see it in your face, the hope has gone astray.But if you hold tight, shadows will be lost in the light.
Oh cos sometimes, fate and your dreams can collide.
So don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me.Your feet are stuck, no they cannot move,
Don’t tell me that they’re glued,
Yeh they’re far from.
At home, at ease but give sometime to breatheCos nothing seems to change, oh no.
No nothing’s gonna change, at all.
I can see it in your face, the hope has gone away.But if you hold tight, shadows will be lost in the light.
Oh cos sometimes, fate and your dreams can collide.
So don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me.Cos everthing will be ok,
I know that it’s so easy to say,
But the pain inside will fade,
Please tell me that you’ll stay.Cos if you hold tight, shadows will be lost in the light.
Oh cos sometimes, fate and your dreams can collide.
So don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me,
Don’t walk away from me.[Holes Inside – Joe Brooks]
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