Boundaries

Boundaries are hard, especially in the midst of healing. I'm trying to learn them and stick to them, but I have to get past trying to take care of people's feelings all the time. It's SO hard. "No" and "Stop" without explaining myself might be the biggest challenge ever, but from now on it is on my list of things to work on. 2010 is going to be a challenging year. Scratch that. Life is going to be challenging, but I wouldn't have it any other way: growth and life are synonymous. And just like a tree, growth means that roots get deeper, branches get larger, and seeds spread more abundantly and further. Here we go...

The Holden Prayer

O God, you have called your servants to ventures of which we cannon see the ending, by paths as yet untrodden, through perils unknown. Give us faith to go out with good courage, not knowing where we go, but only that your hand is leading us and your love supporting us; through Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.

POETRY SLAMALICIOUS

I just performed my first act of spoken word. Spoken poetry. Life... or so it feels right now. It was AWESOME. Granted, I did attempt to break the ice (more for myself than the crowd) with a Laffy Taffy joke straight from the wrapper. Wanna hear it? OK. (it'll be like I'm taking you through the whole experience!) "What street does a ghost live on?" Anyone? Anyone? "A dead END!"--- "an 8 year old probably wrote that" (I actually said that).

But yeah! It was awesome! And I got some good feedback from my friend Nathan and had some other randoms offer praise and/or shots of Jägermeister! Wooo! (can you tell I'm pumped?). But it really did feel so good- especially that it was well received by at least 2 people. And get this: I was told I was a "strong reader" for probably-- no, scratch that-- DEFINITELY the first time in my life. Awesome! Perhaps the difference lays in reading my own words, or perhaps simply the fact that I knew these words were performable while I was writing them.

What are they, you ask? You'll have to come and see! As a result of a positive experience on stage (with much thanks to the love and support of my friend Lindsey) I declare that I WILL-- I repeat -- I WILL be pursuing spoken word open mic nights opportunities more often. Plus, I don't know if they're nearly as good when not performed.

ALSO tonight I got to experience the glitz and glamour-- oh wait. Make that raw and honest talent of two incredible slam poets, Amy Everhart and 'Lucky' Sevan Boult. OMG. So awesome. Neither local; both influential. Both ROCKING MY LITERARILY LINGUISTIC WORLD. "SAY WHAT!?!!"

Next week Karen Finneyfrock will be at The Round at the Fremont Abbey. Be there. She will set your brain loose in ways you never imagined possible, such that you will be spitting rhymes in your sleep and wake up with words in your vocabulary that you didn't realize you knew. She also sells socks with "Finneyfrock" racing down the sides. You want them.

I should go into promotions. Or PR? But I am honestly so impressed with these people and hope to learn so much more from them in time.

That's all I've got. "Good night, Seattle!" (ahem- good night, world!)

Easter Vigil

Easter was a party. And perhaps the best party I've been to in a long, long while.

This picture sums the night up pretty well. If you missed it, better luck next year. And I can guarentee that you won't find Jesus' resurrection celebrated any better than dinner with live music, a DJ and a VJ (Video Jockey) rocking the dance party all night long, and lots and lots of incredibly fun people. Like I said. Next year, its on... AGAIN. (Don't miss it)