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Moving too fast

Moving too fast T. L. Eastman 5/12/07 Racing, running no time in coming. Can't slow down to see what's Underneath the surface, the unseen, the wild. Moving faster to avoid disaster. Moving quicker to avoid the deeper Moving to move and avoid the master of me. Can't see it, Won't be it, What is ugly, what is obscene. Who will look and see what is me? Catching myself on prompts and promises. Gravity pulls me into everyday passion plays. Masks unfurled and mascara free. Moving faster to avoid disaster. Moving quicker to avoid the deeper Moving to move and avoid the master of me. Can't see it, Don't want to be it, Oh so ugly, Oh so obscene. Can You look and see what is really me? Coming so close to being untouchable. Won't stop to see what's in front of you. Under the obvious, underneath the fright. Moving faster to avoid disaster. Moving quicker to avoid the deeper Moving to move and avoid the master of me. I can see it, But I don't want to be it, No ma...

SWB - A long time coming

I've been thinking of what I'm thankful for over the past few days and much of it is connected to or in relation to the debut of my new band Tree House Tea Party.It really took a great deal of time and commitment to get ready for this day. Lots of rehearsal in Rhonda's music room, lots of phone conversations, lots of listening to each other and a great deal of understanding and grace from our families and friends. For Saturday's event we were able to have a full band for the evening - thanks Steve for being so willing to help us - hope you continue to play with us. Rhonda was so creative in the early outline and restructuring of some of my old songs - thanks for helping me to hear them a different way! The music that evening was yet another example of the freedom I've been living in and loving over the past few months. Its as if a door that was blocked for a very long time has been dug out and opened. The fresh air and sunshine has done wonders for my creative abili...

Survey says...

>What time is it >1:13 p.m. >What's your full name >Tara Lamont Eastman >What are you most afraid of > Plumbing problems >Place of birth >Warren, PA >Favorite food >Greek >What's your natural hair color >Dark reddish brown >Love someone so much it made you cry >Yes >Been in a car accident >Yes >Croutons or bacon bits >Neither - Avacado >Favorite day of the week >Every Day! >Favorite restaurant >Ashville General Store - they have everything that most everyone would want to eat. >Favorite Flower >Tiger Lilly >Favorite sport to watch >College Basketball I suppose.. >Favorite drink >Iced Tea/lemon >Favorite ice cream >Cherry Garcia >Ever been on a ship >Yes >What color is your bedroom carpet >Maroon >How many times did you fail your driver's test >None >What do you do when you are bored > Go for a walk - write... >Bedtime >Whenever I get done with what needs t...

Mortal - T.L. Eastman

(image from http://www.theage.com.au) The words that follow are the first efforts at some new lyrics that I've been working on. Being mortal allows us the beauty and challenge of being falliable and human. Some days we feel more Mortal than others...thankfully as good as I am at falling, God is better at catching me. MORTAL Reason Your way in words to me Help me understand what my life could be. Work Your wisdom in my dark Help me reach the highest mark Why do I worry my life away? Why do I scurry day to day? Why can't I rest when I should sleep? Why do I give away what I should keep? Hearts to beat and blood to flow,understand this mortal show. Perfection is where I want to be But perfection is impossibility. Perfect I can only see when You are looking back at me. How can I want, what I can't be? How I choose what I can't see? How can I win this game I play? How can I wander so far away? Hearts to beat and blood to flow,understand this mortal soul. Place my dreams into...

Mortal - T.

MORTAL ---- By: T.L. Eastman Reason Your way in words to me Help me understand what my life could be. Work Your wisdom in my dark Help me reach the highest mark Why do I worry my life away? Why do I scurry day to day? Why can't I rest when I should sleep? Why do I give away what I should keep? Hearts to beat and blood to flow,understand this mortal show. Perfection is where I want to be But perfection is impossibility. Perfect I can only see when You are looking back at me. How can I want, what I can't be? How I choose what I can't see? How can I win this game I play? How can I wander so far away? Hearts to beat and blood to flow,understand this mortal soul. Place my dreams into Your hands Make my mind begin to understand Keep my hopes close to Your heart Oh this is the hardest part. Where can I rest my weary head? Where can I find a safer bed? Where can I run, and where to be the place where I can simply see? Hearts that beat and blood that flows, understand this mortal co...

Dorfus Dippin Fanny is my name...

MY NEW NAME IS IN THE SUBJECT Here is your dose of humor... A. Follow the instructions to find your new name. B. Once you have your new name, share it with whom you want and see who plays along... The following is excerpted from a children's book, Captain Underpants And the Perilous Plot Professor Poopypants, by Dave Pilkey, in which the evil Professor forces everyone to assume new names... So: 1. Use the third letter of your first name to determine your New first name: a = snickle b = doombah c = goober d = cheesey e = crusty f = greasy g = dumbo h = farcus i = dorky j = doofus k = funky l = boobie m = sleezy n = sloopy o = fluffy p = stinky q = slimy r = dorfus s = snooty t = tootsie u = dipsy v = sneezy w = liver x = skippy y = d inky z = zippy 2. Use the second letter of your last name to determine the first half of your new last name: a = dippin b = feather c = batty d = burger e = chicken f = barffy...

Keith Secola gig on Saturday

I was thinking on how I'd share the music adventure with you all - so I think I'll go the picture route... Enjoy! Group shot at the end of the night! Rhonda and I on percussion. Full House. Getting the crowd going! Keith Secola on flute. Bass Solo Singing Frybread with my girls. Treehouse Tea Party: T.R., me and Rhonda Happy times! Tara