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Sons of Thunder

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We are the new Sons of Thunder, We are uncrushable diamonds of light We are the daughters of wonder And when we leave the earth With a shower of sparks We’ll meet in the sky And we’ll walk among the stars When we walk among the stars The pleasure will be ours And with young, unbroken hearts We’ll walk among the stars, ‘Cause we belong Among the heavens and beyond Oh, we are the odd music makers We are the dreamers of unusual dreams We all face the forces of nature But bravely we’ll take great leaps of faith And then, just like that, we’ll walk upon the waves. ‘Cause we belong, out on the ocean and beyond. We are the heirs of adventure And we are explorers of wondrous new worlds We are the gifted inventors Even though we are strange, and exquisitely scarred We won’t need to pretend  To be anything we aren’t  Filled with the fierceness of tigers We’re all too familiar with the fires of life But we are resilient survivors  And one day, we’ll be free of nefarious schemes Of c...

We are wonderfully alive!

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I almost didn’t post, as it seemed too soon following our son Ben’s recent illness. Yet I realize that if I don’t write about it, I will have missed out on recounting a large block of joy. The next big thing will occur, and the moment will have passed. Last Friday night, we were in the hospital, terrified at what was happening to our 17 year old son. (Most people here will have already read about that, so I won’t post it here at this time.) We had no idea what was going to happen with him.  One Friday night later, we were in Louisville fulfilling a wish made months ago by our son Gabriel. We were in awe to be there - a mere week after going through a life crisis. The weather was so beautiful, we kept looking at each other as if to say, “Can you believe this?  Here we are!”  We felt joyfully and wonderfully alive! We were able to see Adam Young in concert! We’ve never been to a real concert together before. It was amazing!  I’ve been hearing Owl City son...

I wish I had 100 lives

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I like it like this:  matchbox cars and stacks of books, too many shoes left out, theatrical music from the keyboard, costumes tried on, accepted, rejected, with  admonishment via siblings to memorize specific lines.  One boy baking or cleaning or researching and building, one girl using the oven but to bake her sculptures, a visiting grandma who makes sure you practiced your piano and brings bags of candy to share.  I like the noise.  I love the vibrant life which is always swirling, changing, and growing.  I love to stay in.  I love to go out.  I love to take them places.  I need 100 lives, I never want this one to end. I say “no”, a lot, to so many good things.  I'm sorry when I have to do so; I don't want to disappoint anyone. It's just that I can't keep up here, with all of the beautiful cacophony above, if I add in too much.  And the truth is, it doesn't last forever and we only get one.   I have to choose what is most im...