Thursday, August 27, 2009

Love Isn't Made

So many thoughts have occurred to me in the past couple of days, since leaving Ginland and coming home. I've thought about writing this blog frequently, but haven't been able to do it. I knew I would forget all my thoughts by the time I sat down, and indeed I have. But we'll see what comes out anyway.

I had the most marvelous drive from Maryland to Indiana after Greg and Anna's wedding. Generally when I have a drive like that I end up using the time to call old friends and catch up. I didn't call a single person until the last two hours or so. I talked to one friend who called me, and for everyone else I left a message. It was great to spend that time in silence, or singing along with my music loudly, processing what happened in the last month, trying to prepare for the next ... life, listening to God. It was really just delightful.

While I was driving, I thought about all the different things I wanted to do when I was a kid. So, since I can't think of anything profound to say, I'll just list all the different things I wanted to do ... at least all the ones i can think of now.

*astronaut
*large animal vet
*small animal vet
*zoo keeper
*garbage collector
*park ranger
*teacher
*nurse
*bus driver
*semi-truck driver
*dolphin trainer
*professional athlete (gymnast, soccer player, basketball star)
*professional musician
*writer
*bookstore owner
*Greenpeace worker

That's all I can think of off the top of my head.
I've been listening to a lot of Jon Foreman recently, so here are some lyrics from one of his songs.


Love Isn't Made


An hour ago
I felt so low
I almost drowned
Driving around
This messed up town
It's pretty, it's only
I felt so lonely
And I knew all night
I'd never find a face
That could understand
How much I miss you now

And so I arrive
At the conclusion
Love isn't made
Love doesn't sell or pay
But we buy and sell our love away

Escape to the water
I stare up at
The stars and moon and sky
I was lying on my back
With my fingers in the sand
Alone in Miami
It sounds so funny
And yet here I am
It's funny how life
Is seldom what you plan

And so I arrive at the conclusion
Love isn't made
Love doesn't sell or pay
But we buy and sell our love away

Don't let the panic bring you down
Don't let the panic bring you down
(Don't let it bring you down)
Don't let the panic bring you down

Love isn't made

Don't let the panic bring you down
How could we have let this go?
Don't let the panic bring you down
How could we have almost lost it all?
Don't let the panic bring you down
Don't let the panic bring you down
Don't let the panic bring you down
How could we've forgotten?
Love isn't made

2 comments:

amydaisyrose said...

I notice a lot of those professions involve animals. I also think it is amusing how many children want to be garbage collectors (ers?) when they are young.

The Wibbler said...

I've heard you can make good money being a garbage collector.
By the way, congratulations!