Singing in Octaves

No organized thought process, fair warning you thousands of groupies

I can recall and count on several fingers the number of little kids that are excited to start kindergarten. These kids have seen older brothers, sisters, cousins, and friends that go to the big school, learning new things every day and as each day draws nigh, the excitement grows bigger and bigger. Alas, when the first day of kindergarten arrives, the little kids with their Batman or Dora lunchboxes and backpacks hold on to their parents, afraid of the present reality before them.....

Random story, I understand....fast forward a decade and some years and imagine a very self-conscious, self-critical person that wants nothing more to be loved. He sees the relationships of friends, roommates, and family members, and wants nothing more than to be that kindergarten-er starting out on a huge new journey. Sure he's learned THROUGH TIME OF COURSE that he is loved beyond measure and that he knows how to love. But there is a different love that he hungers for, a heart so hungry to feel a true passionate kiss, a true relationship love.....and then there's a girl....who has admitted before that she used to be afraid of him. Despite the past fear, has stayed with, learning everything about him while showing him unconditional acts of love and giving (as clearly defined in the last blog). He has the girl, he sees the love that she shows, and alas, he's the kindergarten-er holding onto his comfort zone as if it was his parent, asking it not to let go, because......now he's afraid.

The discussion has been brought up numerous times, time and time again of the true feelings, and we've established this friendship foundation is sturdy enough to support any statue of events erected in happiness, joy, anger, sadness and so forth....but still he ponders, pondering the usual what-ifs. But this kindergarten-er takes peace and a stillness in the idea that it's alright for this kind of life, a life that shows love a different kind of beautiful...

Love: Medley in E Please I

Tonight I watched a movie entitled "7 Pounds". To keep my plethora of blog followers *wink* in the fog of the movie's plot, I will simply say that the movie itself gave me a feeling of numbness, with sorting through thought processes being the only desired action. And the first thing that is requiring my undivided attention at this time is what love is. I've asked people their opinions and have come to the conclusion that love is a gift. A consistent non-stopping action of SOME receiving but mostly giving. A giving of yourself, any attribute or characteristic. I think of my definition of love and try to evaluate it in so many areas of my life. First being....

It was 2000 years ago that there was a huge gift given to us. Most people know the story, but who takes time to actually critically think of what was given? This man was spit on, was beaten with dull shards and whips, bore a crown of pointed thorns, was forced to carry a huge cross up an endless hill to which he would then collapse under it's tremendous weight. Then exhausted. This man endured long, rusted nails to be BEATEN into his hands and feet, then hung to die, dehydrated, bare, and tattered. So what did this man give? He gave his flesh. He gave his dignity. He gave his blood. He gave his energy with every single step he took bearing that cross. What an awesome gift! Then to think....this man gave such an extravagant to somebody he had never met, never laid eyes upon, never even heard of. And regardless, without a name, a background story, or a simple icon of a picture, a man gave himself to die on a tree......can you honestly fathom that love...can you imagine giving a fraction of a FRACTION of what this man gave.........

Definitely more to come I'm sure. Taking 5 for a music break....

The First Movement

So this is my first time actually blogging. So bear with me while I figure this thing out!

~The Composer