Tuesday, February 17, 2009


As I am now on the quest to learn some 35 (yes - it's a lot!) or so songs for our show one song replays over and over in my head. It's a song sung by Eve before she discovers the tree of knowledge. She is singing about an unexplained urge to BE more and DO more. She knows she is meant to stay in the garden and live a repetitive lifestyle of endless perfect days, but she feels deep down she is itching for something else. Do any of you ever feel this way? The more I listen to the song the more I get that itching myself. I am completely happy with the way my life is going...I have a great job, amazing boyfriend, family and friends I love being with...not that I would trade any of that for the world. I just kind of feel like I need some sort of adventure. That's why I have really enjoyed the past few weeks. I'll work a four day week then race off for a three day weekend somewhere else. This past weekend was out of state, and this weekend will just be Atlanta, but I always feel energized leaving town. When I was in New York this past October I feel like that void was filled. It was pure joy for me running on three hours of sleep a night...roaming the busy streets full of lights and glitz until the wee hours and being around all kinds of different people. The awesome shops I had never been to, beautiful architecture of churches and old buildings, museums full of art, blocks and blocks sounding with street musicians. Sometimes (okay, most times) I just feel bored with the same day in day out routine. I get sudden urges to run on the beach and swim in the ocean, rock climb, hike through a huge forest, learn to play a musical instrument. While I would hardly call learning an instrument an "adventure" I need something to take me out of my BLAH state right now. I love the feeling of having something all week to look forward to on Friday, and I don't want to lose that. I think I will make it a regular habit of having a mini-adventure every weekend to feed my restless spirit a little. This weekend I am going with my mom & step-dad to visit my aunt in north Atlanta. We are planning a big bonfire for Saturday night, and I am going to try to talk them into driving even further north to the mountains (what they call wine country). We have done this once before and it was fantastic! We will wake up early, make a big breakfast, and spend all day walking the vineyards and sampling delicious homemade wines in the cellars. Mini-getaway, here I come! It's no NYC or California, but it will do for now :-) I'll let you all know how it turns out. Any more suggestions for more things to fill up my bland weekends would be greatly appreciated! Especially those of you who live in Georgia and know what's around!

The Spark Of Creation

It sounds full of wind and mist, doesn't it
It means other things exist, doesn't it
Beyond, beyond
It says Adam leave your list, doesn't it
Father why does my head feel this joy this dread
since the moment I said Beyond!
I've got an itching on the tips of my fingers
I've got a boiling in the back of my brain
I've got a hunger burning inside me, cannot be denied
I've got feeling that the Father who made us
When he was kindling a pulse in my veins
He left a tiny spark of that fire, smoldering inside
The spark of creation, is flickering within me
The spark of creation,is blazing in my blood
A bit of the fire that lit up the stars
And breathed life into the mud, the first inspiration
The spark creation
I see a mountain and I want to climb it
I river and I want to leave shore
Where there was nothing let there be something, something made by me
There's things waiting for me to invent them
There's worlds waiting for me to explore
I am an echo of the eternal cry of Let there be!
The spark of creation, burning bright within me
The spark of creation, won't let me rest at all
Until I discover or build or uncover
A thing that I can call, my celebration
Of the spark creation
The spark of creation, may it burn forever
The spark creation, I am a keeper of the flame
We think all we want is a lifetime leisure
Each perfect day the same endless vacation
Well that's alright if you're a kind crustacean
But when you're born with an imagination
Sooner of later you're feeling the fire get hotter and higher
The spark of creation!!!

1 comment:

Being Brazen said...

great poem

Ps - definitely go get some canvas and paint. Post a picture of when you done! :)