Walking In a Winter Wonderland

While this is not literally true, I am satisfied that it is at least figuratively true.Listening to James Taylor's Christmas CD right now, and I am not ashamed to say it. What is so great about rejecting the Christmas spirit until the week before Christmas? I'll take it right now, and I wish it lasted much longer.

Anyway, I am listening to the CD, sitting in my pajamas, drinking coffee, sockless, working on pictures, and I noticed an amazing line in the song "Walking In a Winter Wonderland"

Later on, we'll conspire as we dream by the fire

and face, unafraid, the plans that we've made

So amazing. What a clear and focused line. It is amazing to lie around with your girl, dreaming by a fire and talking about future plans. When we were in Guatemala, living in the mountains, it was always cold at night and we had a fire burning and crackling in the fireplace just about every single night. There was never anything on TV, and it was all in Spanish anyway, so we would just sit in front of the fire and read, or journal, or stare at the flames. Snuggled up with a blanket in a dimly lit room in the early months of our relationship, those first few months where you are absolutely drunk in love, when we were just barely starting to talk about the insane, far-off possibility of actually being married, we'd sit and dream about what our life might be like together. The dream life. The best possible things you can imagine.

That's one thing.

And then to face, unafraid, the plans that you've made?

Well, that's a whole 'nother thing.

The most exciting thing, perhaps. Just planning and thinking and dreaming is fun, especially with a person that you would secretly do anything to spend the rest of your life with, but to then look at each other and in all seriousness say,

Let's do it.

Man. That's where real life is. That's where it lives.

Step out and do it. Don't be all talk. Face, unafraid, the plans that you've made.

So exciting. Such a thrill. The possibility of making your future exactly how you planned it out, instead of just letting it happen to you, letting it fall out of on the table wherever it falls.

You do it. You make it happen.

What a great song. So clear, so perfect, so hopeful and exciting.

So fun.

Thanks James, for singing it. Thanks Jesus, for making it possible.

Glory glory.

For Aaron B. Reddin (& Others, I Suppose)

Ok, you're right. I've been posting awesome videos and pics on here a lot lately with no actual writing; but I have something of an actual reason for this. Here it is:

1. I have been 1,000% inspired by music lately, as you can see from several of my posts below.

For those of you who know me well, you'll know that there is no other time of year more exciting, thrilling, and inspiring to me than fall/winter. Lately, I have been amazed with the music that's come my way again - namely, Cat Stevens, Phish, UB40, and the amazing African jams that Scram has been throwing at me. With the exception of the African stuff, I have loved the others tremendously at some other point in my life, and trying them on again is like putting on an old pair of Chacos, they know me like an old friend. And together we roll through the streets with great ambition and excitement, as the cool wind from Canada tumbles between the buildings and through the treetops of Arkansas September.

2. I am about to embark on a major adventure.

Some good friends and I are leaving on a (somewhat) epic road trip next Thursday after everyone gets off work. Our destination is the barren landscapes of northern New Mexico and possibly southern Colorado. We will camp and hopefully avoid all major metropolitan areas as much as possible. We will sleep directly under the stars and wonder what it must've been like to be an Indian sleeping in the exact same place before we came over and spoiled everything for them. This, naturally, makes me so overflowingly excited that I can only express myself through other peoples guitar solos. Trey Anastasio, for example. Like I said, just listen.

3. I have been rather busy lately.

This of course, is quite a good thing. During my days the past few weeks, I've been listening to the above mentioned jams, editing pictures, and dreaming about New Mexico. Since I'll be gone for four days, I need to knock a bunch of stuff out before we head. But as my boy Fatty just said to me about his workload: "I am almost buttoned up".

4. Also:

During the changing of the seasons, especially summer to fall, I find that there is not much to say at all - just a calm, resting peacefulness that settles in on me and causes me to just sit and smile, knowing what is to come next. Cooler. Brisker. Chillier. Frostier.

The car is cold in the morning, but the heat feels so good.

The coffee goes down warmer, and slower.

You have to snuggle up to your sweetie pie at night because the sheets are cold at first.

People hug better.

You get to break out the fleece again.

Your toes are cold but your neck is warm.

Ahhh, is there a better time of year?

No. No there is not.