Filed under: life
Provision. Every night at 10pm Garrett begins to cry “Neeee!!!,” and “Nee” is his word for “I’m hungry!” You could set a clock by this routine. 10pm rolls around, he starts crying for his Nee, and staring at Andrea’s chest. Usually I am holding him when this happens, as Andrea wraps up preparing for sleep. As I held him last night during his nightly plea for Nee, something suddenly hit me hard. Really hard. It was this: At that very moment there were mothers and fathers whose six-month-olds were crying for food in places like Darfur and China and Burma where Nee couldn’t be provided due to starvation or some other circumstance. I admit, I feel somewhat helpless when Garrett cries for Nee because no matter what I do, as long as he can see Andrea and feel his tummy gargle, he lets me know he needs his Nee. When this hit me, that at the very moment tragedy was happening at the same time, I can’t put to words my emotions. Suffice to say, I am humbled this morning by what we have. What I have. What I have been given on so many different levels.
Projects. Drove to Chillicothe yesterday to work on yet another project with my pal Steve. I could easily put this in the category above because Steve and Melissa have helped me and D&A Design so much by partnering with us on projects that have a branding/print component. My theory remains that by weathering the first year of business in an uncertain economy, D&A Design will thrive in the long term, and I’m looking forward to it.
Freedom. Yesterday a Texas court threw out the seizure of the polygamists’ children citing what every freedom-loving American knew from the start of this: That this was a blatant over-reaching of Big Brother into the lives of families they had no business messing with. I literally let out a shout of joy when I heard this on the radio: Freedom won a battle. Now the kids just need to be returned, and let the lawsuits fly. I really hope the polygamists get to sue the pants of of every agency, and their employees. They probably won’t, but I can dream. What’s more: This decision came on the heels of Memorial Day, where we recognize the people who fought and died to preserve the freedom that the polygamists have right to – no matter how awkward, backward, or uncomfortable it is with us. The most that should have happened in that situation was the interviewing of the girl whom apparently called authorities. But so far, that girl doesn’t exist, which only underscores how anti-American the Texas authorities behaved.
Fire. This weekend we’ll be using a pile-o-wood we picked up from my in-laws for our fire pit! Nothing like a good fire on a cool night.
Baseball. Is there a better sport? I like football and all, but it doesn’t have the depth, the organic-ness of baseball.
Melody. On my drive yesterday to Chillicothe, I had my iPod pumping out some great melodious music. I’ll listen to just about any genre if it uses melody and harmony. Give me a song I can sing along with, and take the second or third harmony on, and I’m happy. Yesterday consisted of some Brandi Carlile, Sarah McLachlan, The Exit, Dragonforce, Coldplay, Mountain Heart, Fiona Apple, and my Bluegrass mix of artists too numerous to name
Being. When Fiona’s “Extraordinary Machine” was playing, I once again had a moment of awe for humanity. I looked at all the cars and trucks around me, the roadway, the power polls, etc., and again realized that all of this stuff had to be created from natural resources. With all this talk of man-made global warming *coughmythcough* I find it satisfying to realize that the very computer I’m typing on now was created at it’s most basic level from natural materials. At some point in the very beginnings of the materials used, it was from the earth. I think that speaks to how complex and vast and great human beings are capable of becoming. We truly are fearfully and wonderfully made.
