What's the deal..

Why is it that in every good moment, tons of yesterdays, and many of the themes of my original songs, is time? How it passes, dealing with the new, understanding ( as much as we can ) time, and accepting it? Since I was young I think I have always been fascinated by time. It perplexes me, almost forming a corner of depression in my mind, because of my perspective of how I am as of late viewing it. I would rather not think time is fleeting from my fingertips, but time is to come. Being consumed with how blessed I am for every moment, instead of its quickness to disappear. I love the challenge of time, the vastness of space, and mystery of tomorrow and I want to enjoy it, not fear, or worry its coming.

Blogging is great. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. I am thankful for so many things God has blessed me with. Family, friends ( joy makers ), kitty-cat ( issabel ),.. Thank you for blessing me. Thank you for listening, and thank you for your mercy, Lord.

Yours, cev.

today.tomorrow.yesterday.

Situation: You, in today, although your mind isn't. Your mind is thinking about tonight. Why? because you are in class, and thinking about tonight is so much more entertaining.

Situation: You, tomorrow, coffee with friends, but your mind isn't present. Your mind is thinking about the next day. Why? because you have interesting plans that beg your mind to create expectations.

Situation: You, 2 years forward, in an open apartment, lying on the floor. You are reminiscing moments past that include all the moments you weren't really all in. Yes, your body was present, but your mind? your energy? was elsewhere.

I am noticing more and more that my mind isn't always in the moment, as i try and wish it would be. I am thinking about tonight and tomorrow too often, creating expectations and situations that more than half the time never come about. And it's not that we shouldn't dream, but I do it too often. I need to live now, never wish for tomorrow because every day is a gift. It's as simple as that. Today, whether I am resting at home, or tomorrow, in class, I want to be there. Fully, being my encouraging, bright- eyed person God made me. Because when you veer from today, you miss now, and end up always living for tomorrow.

Hello pecan pie, turkey, and scarves. hello family, smiles, and fire places. Hello Thanksgiving.
I am practically in denial it is Thanksgiving again..I feel like last Thanksgiving was yesterday. Well, I have officially been thinking about this break for all of this week. To be able to have time more than an hour, hardly any homework, and blue skies to gaze upon for a week kind of makes me smile.

GUESS WHAT? I am finally moving past my writers block. You see, I have had difficulties writing 2nd verses, but about two nights ago, somehow inspiration broke the curse. Now I have somewhere around 5 full songs.. and then 290837492837 pieces of songs. lol. I have bits of inspiration all over the place. I need to just combine them all.. haha.

Have a blessed day. We are about to taste Thanksgiving. Litterally. Bye.

Iron and Wine

You know when you miss someone? And with every song that plays, you claim it a favorite and remember listening to it in the car with them, or that it’s number 3 on the CD they gave you… and you can’t decide whether it’s a good thing that every word describes your life. Is it better? Better that now you always think of them? Sometimes you just want to listen to a good song without seeing certain eyes and lips create words. Right now I think I think I’d be fine if their face didn’t scroll across the screen in my head in perfect rhythm of every song. Really. Yes, I’d be fine… I guess I’m convincing myself as I type this, but it seems this is the best thing. Letting go isn’t as hard as I make it. We were never all together in the first place… If only the strings of my heart were visible, tangible then I could see them, then I cut the ones that lead to you. Then I could hear my favorite Iron and Wine song, breathe, and smile.

Conclusion to this paragraph is Iron and Wine- Naked as We Came

-cev