I'm reading a book entitled "Between the Dreaming and the Coming True" by a man named Robert Benson. I highly recommend it. He speaks of God as the great Dreamer, and life as the space lived between the initial dreaming, and the full realization of that dream.
In it, in a chapter on work and vocation and cathedral building, he wrote the following, which caught me this morning as I settled in at a desk for another day at a job I don't hate, but certainly don't love.
It may well be that the business of America is business, but the business of the Dreamer has always been and always will be something else altogether. And the business of selling our lives by the hour, doing work that we do not want to do or being people that we do not want to be - in the name of piling up treasures that have more to do with what we want or think we ought to have than with what we need, treasures that have more to do with what shines rather than what sustains - is hardly what the Dreamer envisioned. (pg. 91)
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
Tired
The dreams were thick, and disturbing again last night.
The self-conversation as I drove to work this morning, still distracted by the night of dreams went something like, "Snap out of it Lisa, and pay attention to where you're going." At one point I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was, on a route that I travel twice a day, five days a week. I found myself frantically looking for signs, wondering if I'd actually managed to be so out of it that I'd driven past my exit. (I hadn't.)
Two days of work left for me this week.
I'm not going to think about the headache that's back for the forth day running.
Or about how badly I would rather be getting some sleep than sitting at my desk.
It's all in the doing of the thing. And right now, there's too much to do to be at home. There are deadlines coming, and I'm grateful for the little bit of time off I managed to secure to attend this next wedding.
Two days left.
The self-conversation as I drove to work this morning, still distracted by the night of dreams went something like, "Snap out of it Lisa, and pay attention to where you're going." At one point I realized that I had absolutely no idea where I was, on a route that I travel twice a day, five days a week. I found myself frantically looking for signs, wondering if I'd actually managed to be so out of it that I'd driven past my exit. (I hadn't.)
Two days of work left for me this week.
I'm not going to think about the headache that's back for the forth day running.
Or about how badly I would rather be getting some sleep than sitting at my desk.
It's all in the doing of the thing. And right now, there's too much to do to be at home. There are deadlines coming, and I'm grateful for the little bit of time off I managed to secure to attend this next wedding.
Two days left.
Monday, October 06, 2008
Tonight
Tonight...
- I'm missing my best friend, who is currently across the world in East Asia, and will be for the next 6 months
- I'm thinking about how life and conversation in our house has become consumed by the topic of weddings
- I'm grateful for freshly laundered, still warm from the dryer pj's to curl up in
- I'm thinking about what needs to be done and packed before my next flight leaves on Wednesday night
- I'm praying for friends scattered across the country and around the globe
- I'm thinking about breath
- I'm close to tears
- I'm thankful for a small, unexpected sum of money that arrived today
- I'm lighting candles
- I'm smelling the scent of rose oil
- I'm feeling oddly uncertain about many things
- I'm also feeling deeply reflective
- I'm hoping that passage that talks about the Spirit praying when we don't have words is true, for my heart just doesn't have words.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
Sci-Fi Geeks - the Photos
This one was posed. L. was quite amused by this guy's antics, and asked him if he'd pose for a photo with her. This "lovely" costumed character was waiting just around a corner, sort of "sneaking" up on hapless concert-goers as they came around the corner to enter the building.
In this case, L. was so amused by the costumes that she pulled the "take a photo of me when you're really taking one of them" trick. So, notice L., but mostly, notice the costumed symphony goers in the background.
Sci-Fi Geeks
Can I just say that I always forget just exactly how into a theme some sci-fi geeks can get?
I attended the "Lord of the Rings Symphony" with my brother, roommate and a friend tonight.
There were people - audience members - in costume. To attend a symphony. And not just one or two in costume, but dozens.
We took pictures - the sneaky kind where you stand in front and off to the side of what you're actually trying to photograph. My roommate even asked one particularly elaborately costumed person to pose with her. He obliged, in between skulking around corners to startle people arrived to attend the symphony.
I'll upload the pictures when I get a chance. But for the moment, I'm finding infinite amusement in remembering the rather goofy looking people scattered amidst those dressed up to attend the symphony.
I attended the "Lord of the Rings Symphony" with my brother, roommate and a friend tonight.
There were people - audience members - in costume. To attend a symphony. And not just one or two in costume, but dozens.
We took pictures - the sneaky kind where you stand in front and off to the side of what you're actually trying to photograph. My roommate even asked one particularly elaborately costumed person to pose with her. He obliged, in between skulking around corners to startle people arrived to attend the symphony.
I'll upload the pictures when I get a chance. But for the moment, I'm finding infinite amusement in remembering the rather goofy looking people scattered amidst those dressed up to attend the symphony.
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