when i first started working at starbucks i collected my favorite sounds. i would go around the place testing material against material in hopes of another glorious resonance. of my favorites were the chargers sliding into place in preparation for whipping; after pouring a cup of coffee, and letting go of the spout... that cling; the pressure of steam coming out of the wand. if there are many more, i don't remember them. there is a cloud of cynicism and boredom that sit over that part of my memory. i've challenged myself, however, to search for those notes and tones again. those little things that made life so much more interesting having heard them.
i've challenged myself to look more at people and things as i should. as Christ did. does. pray for them prior to passing judgement. what knowledge of good and evil do i think that i posess over anyone else? we all ate from that tree. few of us are free.
i was able to dance the early morning stars into their places on sunday morning. what a wonderful feeling that escapes me so often because of time and exhaustion from the day to day. dancing, i invite you back in. Holy Spirit, i welcome you to move in me to move me... in any way.
... wait, there's more!
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