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evening ramble.

Saturday, November 20th, 2004

I attended a play with some friends this evening. Cyrano de Bergerac. It was at BJU, and being amidst the hoard of students felt odd. I haven’t been on campus in quite sometime and seeing old friends was bittersweet. So much has changed. And I’m mostly glad to be on the other side of those years. But the play was exceptional. Seeing Dr. Bob III play the lead character was hilarious and watching Roxanne (who was played by an old acquaintance) flirt with him was just terribly odd.

And then we met at Steak & Ale for some delicious food. There is something about being with 13 people, conversations flying about, laughter shaking the room, and hearing Elliot explain the theory behind Switchfoot’s Dare You to Move. “Well, I suppose you need to be dared to move before you actually move.”

This coming from a kid who kept spilling pasta all over his shirt. And then deciding it was too good to waste. So he would lick his sleeves. (I might have done the same had it been fried okra and mashed potatoes)

simply begun.

Monday, November 15th, 2004

It began rather simply.

He called and asked if he could play for me tonight. The time slipped by quickly, and the tears poured as I listened to songs that held truths so dear.

And when the time had ended, I knew I couldn’t sleep without finding myself at the piano as well. So I slipped through the grass and found myself at my parent’s house. They were crawling into bed, but eager to hear music as they fell asleep.

Playing the old hymns brought tears. Brought memories. Late nights on the deck, singing in the dark. Evenings spent at the church, gathered around the piano. Strumming the guitar around the Christmas tree. Playing the flute while in the large swing, not caring that everyone in the Valley could hear. I shared those moments with friends who dared to allow music to become more than entertainment.

Of course, most people will say that they love music. But there is a real difference between slapping your hand on the steering wheel in time to the latest Top 40, and finding yourself so moved by a score that it’s all you can do to hold yourself together. Moved because you suddenly are beyond yourself, and how it sounds, and what those around think, and all you hunger for is that soft, immeasurable moment in which you feel the presence of the Lord.

So, something simply begun has brought me into a quiet moment tonight, full of remembrance. And I’ve found myself whispering once more for a new beginning to be unveiled, and for a restoration of the wasted years.

progressively old-fashioned.

Saturday, November 13th, 2004

Wes said, “you are the most progressive old-fashioned lady I know.”

And I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or a statement of concern.

the fume of sighs.

Wednesday, November 10th, 2004

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.

– William Shakespeare

scott has pluck.

Tuesday, November 9th, 2004

Perhaps it’s the nerd in me, or my slight fascination with the West Wing, but I like to read the White House Press Briefings.

And I particularly liked today’s.

Question: Scott, there’s a new round of rumors that Arafat has died. What does the White House know?

Scott: I don’t have any other information for you. We continue to monitor the situation. That’s what I can tell you at this point.

Question: Don’t you know whether he has died, or not?

Scott: Helen, again, we continue to monitor the situation. I don’t have anything further for you —

Question: You don’t know anything more?

Scott: I don’t have anything further for you on it at this time.

Question: There have been a number of published reports — Forbes and others — claiming that Arafat and his wife have taken between $3 billion to $6 billion from the Palestinian people. A lot of that money was contributed by Americans or by the United States, or by organizations from the United States. Is the U.S. trying to help the Palestinian people regain their money?

Scott: Connie, I don’t think now is the appropriate time to comment on issues of that nature.

Question: After he dies, will you comment on it?

Scott: I just don’t think now is the appropriate time to get into commenting on those matters.

Question: Will you take it for later?

Scott: Next question.

Question: On that issue, you kind of skirted the issue this morning of what…

Scott: I never skirt…

Scott: Russ, welcome back. It’s been a while. How was the Nader campaign?

Question: It was wild.

Heh, to be the White House Press Secretary, you must have pluck.