A Saturday Night.

Last night, my dear friends Amy and Rob had a house show. Fun. I took the weekend off work, so I was luckily able to go and I had an absolutely fantastic time. It was such a warm, loving, foody, musical, calm evening with some of my most favorite people on earth packed into their living and dining room tapping our feet to the beat of a fantastic band, Ellery. (check 'em out if you haven't all ready...they RULE.) Everything was all candle lit and christmas lighty. It was so good.

Anyway, it was a nice break from February blues and definitely what I needed that day. Man, as I looked around that room at the people I hold closest to my heart, seeing them moving their heads to the music with smiles on their faces accentuated by candle light, I was overwhelmed with joy. I love our BG community. I love these people.

What a great night.

you are of more value than the sparrows.

I named my blog after a phrase in one of my favorite songs and also after an art project I've been created for my friend Lori.

I like the idea of birds, in theory. I like the way they migrate in a flock. I like the way they work together to get to places that are at a perfect temperature that season. I like the way they enjoy the sky. I like their feathers.

I like the way they hang out on a telephone wire, so nonchelant. It reminds me of middle aged people lined up on bar stools in a hole in the wall bar in some obscure town. They all have stories to tell.

I feel like a bird on a wire, a lot. I can relate.

There's something about birds that my friend reminded me about, though. It's the fact that I fucking hate them if they get too close. Pet stores give me an absolute panic attack. They squack in your ear and shit all over you. They look like freakish, tiny dinosaurs up close. I fully expect one to attack my face with it's claws and spit fire at me.

If we're comparing birds to people in the metephorical sense, which I have illuded to, I used to view people the latter. They looked nice from a distance. I liked to watch them, see what they were about. I didn't like it when they got close. If I let them, they squaked at me and shit all over me. They ruffled their feathers and flew away too fast.

But, as I follow Christ, people seem more like people and less like birds. Sure, I've encountered the person that you get close to and they shit all over you and leave but, I've let people get close. And it turns out, that's not a common reaction in the Body. I think it's beautiful.

after all,

"you are of more value than a flock of sparrows." matthew 10:31.

What do you call your very first blog without sounding ridiculous?

I decided to graduate my usual facebook notes to a blog. I've actually had this blog for months before I could figure out how it works. I still don't really understand. But, I'm trying. It seemed fun at the time.

The thing is my life works like this: I don't really have hobbies. I try something once then I never touch it again. We'll see how long this lasts.