Uphill idealist

Ah it's finally a free Saturday in spring. What better way to enjoy the day then to listen to some new and old tunes by one of my favorite bands, Over the Rhine . Here's a video and lyrics for an Over the Rhine song that is new to me, "Desperate for Love". The claymation in the video is clever I think. Unfortunately, I was not able to find a video for "Everyman's Daughter." One of my favorites. But here is the link to OTR's website . Check them out if you get the chance. Lovely, thoughtful music indeed! Desperate For Love Are you feelin’ A little desperate Get on your knees And confess it Honey please Don’t second guess it You’re desperate For love Is this just A little fling Or is it about A little bling bling Either way You feel the sting sting You’re desperate For love It might only take a kiss For the plot to take a twist That you hadn’t counted on Just a tiny little minute But eternity will be in it If you turn me on Red wine on my lips Got t

Joseph Fee Sculpture Jeremiah 31: 33-34 33 "This is the covenant I will make with the house of Israel after that time," declares the LORD. "I will put my law in their minds and write it on their hearts. I will be their God, and they will be my people. 34 No longer will a man teach his neighbor, or a man his brother, saying, 'Know the LORD,' because they will all know me, from the least of them to the greatest," declares the LORD. "For I will forgive their wickedness and will remember their sins no more." Imagine for a moment a world where no one would have to say the words: Know the Lord. These words would not longer necessary not due to them being made numb by the insistence, but by the heart-deep restoration of humanities relationship with God. In some ways, this world wide reconciliation reminds me of the words of the Lord's prayer - "Thy kingdom come, they

"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession." — Robert Frost This explains SOOOOOOOOOOO much! I wish I could have met him. I think we'd have a lot to chat about. "A poem . . . begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. . . . It finds the thought and the thought finds the words." Robert Lee Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) was an American poet. He is highly regarded for his realistic depictions of rural life and his command of American colloquial speech.[1] His work frequently employed themes from the early 1900s rural life in New England, using the setting to examine complex social and philosophical themes. A popular and often-quoted poet, Frost was honored frequently during his lifetime, receiving four Pulitzer Prizes for Poetry. Mending Wall Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun; And makes gaps even two can pass a

Image found at Autos Canada . Driving into a sunrise of pastel pop art, school buses putter along foggy fields and are followed by cartoon green pick-up trucks. Groundhogs scurry through grassy dew-coated yards. Mailboxes are filled with daily news papers of black, white and lots of gray. Tires spit rain drops onto the road and across the body of the road ready but smudgy car. Paper bags filled with breakfast sandwiches, home fries, napkins and stir sticks. Why so many? The car is filled with the familiar smell of road trip food, shuffled ipod music and our meandering conversation. Coffee is strong, and the day is open to possibility and potential. Just like us. The day, our day, is only beginning. T.L. Eastman 09' What is your favorite way to travel? Have you ever taken a road trip? What did the trip entail? Would you travel this way again? What was the best/worst thing about traveling this way?

Image found at Words of P Some days the steps seem so set and stayed, and others the direction seems surrounded in haze. Which way to proceed, to the left or the right? What to do when the destination seems so far out of sight. Like a path to an invisible bridge, that only is visible to the foot reaching out in faith - and landing securely on solid ground. Landing, docking, settling, being sure of the steps yet to come. Left, right, left, right, left, right and another left. For the path less traveled is my road, on my journey, on my pilgrimage out of Egypt. T.L. Eastman 09

My Monday morning is going to be a busy one. So for the sake of following through with Sleeping with Bread today I think I will use a list format. Hope you don't mind. After all, bread is bread right? Downs: Household chores are running away with the house. I find myself wishing I had one of those robot vacuum cleaners to meander around while I was working. My friend and co-worker had a seizure yesterday and was hospitalized. Sunday was a blur. When people don't share the sharpies. Cliques. Seeing people I care for worried or upset and not knowing how to help. Time seems to escape me lately. Telemarketing calls. Frosty mornings in March almost April! Sometimes spring seems so far away. Ups: Saturday was a road trip with my boys. It was book store and outlet rummaging for most of the afternoon. We finally had our Indian dinner at the REAL Indian restaurant. My birthday dinner we'd planned in January had been snowed out, so it was wonderful to have the time this weekend. Mee

Today was really long and tiring. At the end of the day my daughter and I made a Walmart run for some upcoming birthday items (she turns 16 at 7:41 am on the 23!)to unwind. On the way there and home we listened to Last Tuesday very loudly in the car. Last Tuesday came into our lives when she was 11 or 12. They came to a small town south of us for a show and amazed us with their performance at an indoor skate park. They jumped off amps, swing their guitars and yet were musically and technically impressive. That was the beginning of my daughter's love of Last Tuesday. Not only were they great performers, they were wonderful human beings. They came and played in a 1/2 gym full of teenagers for very little money several times over in that small town where I worked at the time. They even went to visit folks at a nursing home with us. Not your typical rock stars eh? Four years later, Heath and I still love to listen to the Cd's. The band is no longer together as life's drumbeat