Hunger

I am not hungry.  What I mean is, this morning, I surfed the Internet for rabbit rescue centers in the North Bay, and then found Glee covers that were supposedly better than the originals, and they were pretty good.  And I quickly read my portion of the morning revival, because something in me still wants to spend time with the Lord, but I am not hungry.  I feel like a distracted child, who is asking, “When will this be over?”  I don’t like mornings, and I seem to happily drift into whatever might instantly gratify me when I’m not so happy about being awake.  My iPhone.  I do feel like my smartphone is a large reason why I’m not that healthy (spiritually/physically/in general), but I am not looking to give it up so I’m not sure what to do there.

And it’s kind of discouraging.  It’s discouraging to come home from prayer meeting and really want to just check who is still remaining on The Voice (is it rigged?).  It’s discouraging to be counting down the minutes on the clock before I’m free.  It’s discouraging to know that I can spend hours upon hours on something, but when it comes to spiritual things, suddenly I have no energy.  And yeah, the disciples were like this, but that was PRE-resurrection.  So I have to wonder, I think I’m regenerated, so what’s up?

I’ve been proofreading lately, and one of the portions I proofread was about life. And about salvation.  And about how although doctrinally speaking regeneration and salvation are supposed to be one and the same, experientially it seems they are not.  And how someone can be saved but not regenerated, in the sense that they only avoid certain things because they feel the church tells them to.  But if someone is regenerated, they avoid doing things because inwardly they cannot, they feel unpleasant to do those things.  In those times I wonder to myself, what about me?  Have I made any progress, or is it all outward law?  Am I just doing things because that’s what I feel is expected of me?  It could be partially the OCD kicking in, as I do things like ask my husband “Am I regenerated?”  He says he can see God’s shepherding of me.  But sometimes I am doubtful.  Have I grown?  Will I ever grow?  Is something missing?  I have to admit, I do not love music the way I used to love music in high school, where my friends and I would literally be glued to our headphones between periods, and even in class if we could, and fall asleep to it, but I still love music to some degree.  And the Lord.  The Lord is invisible and inaudible.  Yet many experienced Him as the Spirit, in a more real way than the disciples did.  I’ve always loved this hymn by Watchman Nee.   I still would love to have the Lord actually sit here and answer my questions face to face, while munching a piece of fish, but I hope I (we) can know Him more “transparently.”

 

1 Oh, Jesus, Lord, when Thou on earth
Accompanied Thy faithful band,
It seemed they knew, but knew Thee not,
Thyself they did not understand.
2 They heard Thy voice, beheld Thy form,
Thy beauteous stature unforgot;
They crowded ‘round Thee, met Thy gaze,
But who Thou art, they knew it not.
3 As they of old we too are veiled;
We’ve known Thee long apparently;
Yet if we say we know, at best
We know Thee not transparently.
4 But as the Spirit now Thou art,
Another Comforter become;
Reveal Thyself within my heart,
Since to Thy temple Thou hast come.
5 With Thy blest Spirit, Lord, fill me,
Fill every corner of my soul;
May Thou inspire my every part,
Oh may Thou touch, renew the whole.
6 The Spirit then revealing make
Thyself more real within my heart,
That ear not hear, nor eye may see
How very real to me Thou art.
7 When Thou in mercy dost reveal
And give Thyself as Spirit thus,
What in the world can be more real,
More true than what Thou art to us?
8 Thy Spirit, Lord, in mine, I pray,
O’erflow my being as a flood,
That every part with glory shine
And everywhere be Thee and God.
9 How close we are in such a life,
In one is blended earth with heav’n;
Thy presence sweetly fills our souls;
Our hearts are to Thy praises giv’n.

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Resources for Teaching Young Children

So I’ve been searching around and here’s what I found.  This is going to be my little database for myself.  Will clean it up later.

http://oureverydaylife.com/teach-piano-young-children-using-games-10059.html

http://www.teachpianotoday.com/2012/04/12/how-to-correct-hand-position-in-young-piano-students-its-qa-day/

http://www.letsplaykidsmusic.com/first-piano-lessons-introducing-the-note-family/

Brown Paper Packages Tied Up with String

I love Sound of Music.  I love it so much that even though the live version recently put out starring whatsherface Carrie Underwood was less than perfect, I still thoroughly enjoyed it.  The music, it’s about the music.  So what if the girl can’t act?  I admit it was a bit of an eyesore to watch the beginning, but I feel like she improved as the scenes went on.  Also, the Mother of the convent played her role excellently.  She even made me cry.  Yes, I cried in a infamously badly done production of Sound of Music with “deer in headlights” Carrie.  Why?  The story, the music, the setting.  Much of it was far too relatable having passed through my own struggles (and perhaps, still passing through) with being on time and trying to not sing at inappropriate moments.  If I had to type Maria, she would definitely be an ENFP, no questions asked.  Also, in defense of the Sound of Music done in December by NBC, it’s better to not compare it to the 1965 movie but to the 1959 stage musical, as it was done live with no retakes.  Holding all the criticism and that in mind, I wasn’t as disappointed as I thought I would have been when I finally watched the performance.  So if you haven’t watched it and are planning to and would like to enjoy it, do yourself a favor and don’t expect Julie Andrews 1965.  It’ll be much more entertaining that way.

It has been awhile, WordPress.

I haven’t been so diligent to post on this WordPress as I would have expected.  It may have to do with the fact that I have a phone that allows me to post short, grammatically unchecked, snippets on my other less formalized blog.  Every once in awhile though, I stumble upon another person’s blog post that inspires me to write again.  It is difficult though, what with an undercurrent of mediocrity pushing against me quietly, forcefully.  There’s a little voice that nags, something about not being enough.  It is a voice that has bulldozed my ambition and hope.  I am afraid that I have lost something vibrant, somehow, somewhere, sometime, and that I cannot have whatever it is back.  An intangible item, the voice says.  Something I cannot pin down, something too abstract for measure.  Do I listen to it?  What are dreams of painting to one who wakes up to realize she has gradually become blind without any notice?

Caught up with an old high school friend today.  Got a window into the working world of a Stanford techy grad.  So the Cal-Stanford rivalry has played until its last breath.  Just kidding.  Anyway, we chatted about old friends, what we have been up to in the last, oh, four years, and music, of course, music.  I commented on how music these days just seems to all sound the same.  Was it just me?  It wasn’t just me, he agreed.  Now, that brings me to my point.  Why does music seem so lacking in creativity now?  Is the brilliant music just hiding out somewhere, away from the radio charts?  Or am I just pickier than ever, harshly aware of the emptiness of the world?  Is it that philosophical, or does the music these days just really, plainly, frankly, suck?  I don’t like being a hater, but why is it, that a catchy, pretty song, has lyrics that go “I shoulda bought you flowers”.  And that, my friend, is why your baby is dancin’ with another man.  Obviously.  Criticism aside, my friend mentioned that he had learned the piano part for that song as well as “Just Give Me a Reason” which also has a lovely piano part.  I am thus re-inspired to hit the keyboard that I never play and learn some popular music.  We’ll see.

Then I want to hook it up to GarageBand.  And then I want to become famous by selling records.  Maybe.

If anything, I realized, times are changing.  Media is shifting gears it seems.  The lines are blurring between work and play.  And now your baby’s dancin’.

You’re gonna miss me by my talk..

You’re gonna miss me by my walk oh…

Lately my housemate and I have been playing with my lead crystal cups that I don’t drink out of anymore by doing the cup game to the song done by Anna Kendrick from Pitch Perfect.  It’s a catchy tune, and sticks in my head often.  You’re gonna miss me when I’m gone…

On another note, I’m not sure how good I feel on this increased dose.  I’ve been fairly up and down, experiencing bouts of tiredness and depression especially during meals, as well as stomach anxiety.  I’m wondering how it will go if I stick it out a bit longer.  The body is a tricky and complex thing, and nobody really knows what is exactly going on in there.

It’s hard for me to write blog posts on new public blogs.  The blog doesn’t have a character of its own yet nor a direction nor a soul.   Sigh…  Now what.  I wonder what it feels like to have to write for a living, to have to produce content on a regular basis.  I used to write down funny happenings during the day so I could use it as fuel to blog about later, but of course those topics were mainly of interest to me and my circle of friends.  These days, when I open a text-box to write, I often come without words, but only with a gentle ache to write.  The kind of ache you feel when you want to sleep but you’re fighting it, or you want to cry but you’re holding back the tears.  If I pour out my soul, would it ever be possible for me to have nothing left to pour?  I suppose I may begin to sound like a broken record, or maybe there is an almost endless depth that only my dear Lord would know and dare to traverse if I only let Him.

My eyes are feeling quite heavy so I think I may find myself in napping position soon.

Hello, world.