There are many things I'm writing about these days. The vast majority of them are on topics I'm not too interested in. Gout is coming up a lot. I'd imagine it's not much fun to experience gout. It's sure not much fun to write about it.
Sometimes my mind gets so clouded up by the things I don't want to write about that it's hard to reach in and find the things I do.
Everything swirls, clouds over. I'm eight years old, reaching for the sunfish in the lake at my grandfather's camp. They're so easy to see when the water's clear, but once I reach in to grab them the ripples obscure my view and the fish darts away.
My thoughts are fish I cannot fathom into dinner. (oh Good Lord Amy what are you doing, just STAHP!)
So yes. I believe this post was supposed to be a poignant examination of how the hazy world of the mundane obfuscates the pursuit of the divine. Mostly, though, I'm just sick of writing about gout.
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As if this post wasn't tangential enough, let's just keep on going. I'm trying to explore Christian music more. It's a tough search, and I have to say it's not going well. Every time I try something new I am underwhelmed. I think Rich Mullins spoiled me for Christian music forever.
And Your Grace rings out so deep it makes my resistance seem so small...A gem I came across a while ago and continue to enjoy is Parousia. I don't know much about them, but I really enjoy their stripped down/acoustic versions of classic hymns. One of my favorites:
Parousia - It Is Well
What have you been enjoying lately? Any tips for a gal who's sick of the "Jesus is my girlfriend" brand of music?
How is your beautiful life these days? How are the fish in your mind? I hope they're big and willing to chomp on any worm you dangle in front of them.
Amy
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