Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Tunnel Vision

Life is a series of events. Life is fun times with your friends. Life is a watermelon in the summer. Life is tears of joy. Life is a room full of laughter. Life is a photo album full of sweet memories. Life is a painful tragedy with a happy ending. Life is a rough time. Life is good. Life is bad. Life is...

Life is a sentence that we chalk up to a refrigerator magnet. How often do you see magnets that say, "Life is a tunnel?"

Pack your bags and come to Crazytown with me.

I mean it. Let's go.

At least for me right now, life is a tunnel. I am driving through a very long one. Waiting for that light at the end.

But the more I am in this tunnel, why wait for the end of it? Embrace the tattered and cracked walls of what I'm waiting in traffic under. I'm stopped. So I get out of the car.

I smell the stories of those around me and I exhale the ridiculousness of my own.

I view the tunnel for what it is. Not what is after it.

The tunnel is many things: old in time, but new to my searching eyes. It is cold, yet making my veins come alive. It is silent yet screaming to me.

So what do I do?

Simple: Graffiti. Give the tunnel a story.

No need for a light at the end of this tunnel. A party has been started inside.

-S

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Quiet Places

I apologize. It has been some time since I last blogged, and I do not like the feeling.

Strange? Yes.

If you know me well, you know that I love deep conversations, quality time, and that when I was a Junior in college, I took an English class entitled, "Emerson and Thoreau" that truly changed my life.

Just ask my roommate of that time, Kelsey. She saw the way I wrote down Thoreau quotes all over. And I have also decided that when I am older...I want two dogs. One will be Henry and the other Ralph. Or even better...call one Thor and the other Waldo. So that way, when I can't find him I will find myself laughing as I'm saying, "Where's Waldo?"  What? Don't like it? Fine, go a buy a goldfish...that's cool. (OK fish really are cool).

Anyway, I began to retreat a lot to places around Fort Worth. To parks. To secluded benches on trails. In between interesting trees. And I sat. I wrote. But I mostly sat for long periods of time.

I have this poster on my wall---(in high school I went through a poster purchasing stage, more like a sweet little era, where I would spend all my money on new and beautiful, rich and meaningful...or so I thought, posters...not counting the one with the chubby little boy reaching for the cookie jar or the one of Koko and Smoky---so sue me? I found them endearing and precious). So, back to the poster.

It is entitled "Quiet Places." Next to that, in small italicized letters it says, "the quieter you become, the more you can hear."

Boom. That's good stuff right there. So true. Don't believe me? Go sit outside somewhere. Set your phone down...the people texting or emailing you on the other end can wait. Go outside. Just get up and move into a quiet place. Let your soul rest in what God has created.

Get away from the business. For a moment. You don't have time? There is too much to do?

Jesus says, "Come to me..." Matthew 11:28. "..all who are weary and burdened..." sit and marvel... or wrestle with confusion and anger... or cry... or laugh and rejoice.."and [he] will give you rest."

"The quieter you become the more you can hear."

Life does not slow down. People do not slow down. Look around. Everyone has somewhere to be, a plane to catch, a game to watch, a conference call to make, an email to send...what about a breath to take?

I say all this mostly as I feel that I should have mirror dancing beneath my aging fingertips. My life right now is in a weird spot. An interesting spot. I find myself constantly watching the hearts of people around me, and it makes me tired. I am making myself tired. Not just physically, but my soul is tired.

As I was reading my bible, I found myself just reading all over. I am scattered to understand more. I'm thirsty to know my Jesus more. I was reading Matthew 11. And in verse 28, he says "come to me". I have been moving around so much but to where have I been going?

If you just look around everyone is always moving...and in some way or another, admit it or not, we are all weary...
When do we rest?

"The quieter you become, the more you can hear."

I do not know much. But I feel that the older we get, we either let our hearts get harder to life around us, or we allow them to be softened from the pain, sweeter from the joys, and open to the rest that only One can truly provide.

Farewell for now. And in the words of Henry David Thoreau, "love is the profoundest of secrets."

-S