While stumbling around the internet, I found this infographic on the Writer's Digest website. Interesting stuff. I have to say that taking the time to write is pleasurable for me. It's frustrating at times, but once I get the words down on paper and then start to edit things, I find the stress seems to float away and I become focused and productive.
Some of the Loud Crowd at work stand while they work - when they're not standing around talking up a storm - and I have heard that it is healthier than sitting all day at work. I started doing that at home and I'm finding it does help concentration plus I feel like I'm working healthier.
OK -- so I've not ventured into the ninja world Lego created, but I'm starting to like The Ninjago Movie arriving in theaters in September. PLUS, they have an amazing looking dragon set coming out in August. Oh yeeeeeah....
(PS... There is a glimpse of the green mech dragon in action at 34 seconds.)
I have enjoyed the ministry of Rich Mullins since the first time I heard his music. He was a uniquely gifted servant of the Lord whose ministry lives on in the music he wrote and recorded. I recently heard Third Day and Brandon Heath's version of Mullin's song "Creed" (done in the style of Mullins) capturing the connection of the Christian life to the foundation of what we believe. (Mullins' original version of the song is also on You Tube.)
I believe what I believe it makes me who I am and I did not make no it is making me and it's the very truth of God and not the invention of any man.
It continues. Several weeks ago one of Carter Lumber's delivery trucks ignored the posted signs of "No Parking". I tried letting the truck driver know, but he ignored my shouts and horn toots to try and rouse him from his truck's cabin. I tried calling the local police, but the officer informed me that unless they were blocking traffic or parked on my own land, there really was nothing they could do.
Every now and then I come across a song that captures my attention.
I hear it, and I think of its tune, and it's message. And then the song seems to find its way into my day, reminding me of its tune...and it's truth.
Such was "Flight Song" - a song which was written by Kim Andre' Arnesen with words by Welsh poet Euan Tait.
As Arnesen explains, "Flight Song was written as a gift to Dr. Anton Armstrong and the St. Olaf Choir. I had the pleasure of working with Armstrong and his choir in 2013 and their performances of my piece "Even when He is silent" was sublime. I was impressed not only by the artistic work, but also the personal development and safe environment Armstrong has given to so many young singers. With this piece I want to show my gratitude for their many performances of my mysic on tours in Norway and the United States."
All we are, we have found in song: you have drawn this song from us. Songs of lives unfolding fly overhead, cry overhead: longing, rising from the song within.
Moving like the rise and fall of wings, hands that shape our calling voice on the edge of answers you’ve heard our cry, you’ve known our cry: music’s fierce compassion flows from you.
The night is restless with the sounds we hear, is broken, shaken by the cries of pain: for this is music’s inner voice, saying, yes, we hear you, all you who cry aloud, and we will fly, answering you: so our lives sing, sing, wild we will fly, wild in spirit we will fly.
Like a feather falling from the wing, fragile as a human voice, afraid, uncertain, alive to love, we sing as love, afraid, uncertain, yet our flight begins as song
It's an interesting form of transportation - the bus.
The first one I rode was the one that took us to grade school. It was driven by a neighbor. He'd pick my sister and me up a few steps from the front of our house, pick up a couple of other kids up the road from us, turn around in his own driveway, then head to the school.
Years ago we didn’t have residential trash pickup, a garbage disposal, or public sewer. So we had a burn barrel for what we could destroy with fire, our wet garbage was put in a garbage bucket and dumped on a hill away from the house, and sewage which overflowed from an underground drainage field had to sometimes be scooped from an outside grease trap and dumped in another part of the property.