I have loved this music for a long time, but only after watching of video of her do i realize that...basically...i want to BE her.
Please check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrTFap4-3NA
19 April 2009
Hero...
Lucia Micarelli
I have loved this music for a long time, but only after watching of video of her do i realize that...basically...i want to BE her.
Please check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrTFap4-3NA
I have loved this music for a long time, but only after watching of video of her do i realize that...basically...i want to BE her.
Please check it out:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrTFap4-3NA
Pretty things
These are all by someone who calls themself "svaynstaynger." The website is http://svaynstaynger.deviantart.com/gallery/. I just love thier style, and it reminds me of beautiful days in Europe.
12 April 2009
Some Backstory, and Hopes for the Future
Well, the quick rundown of who I am so far is this. I graduated from high school knowing that there had to be more to life then houses, cars, jobs, and dogs. There was a big world out there, and I was going to see it all, and then find a way to make a lasting, measurable impact on it. Then maybe my life would count for something. So I went from school into a program with my church, the only reason really being that they had a reputation for traveling to crazy places and doing extreme things there. That program turned not to be all it was cracked up to be in some ways and more then I bargained for in others, but I did make it to many different countries with them. From there I went into YWAM, or Youth with a Mission, and moved to east Germany. From there I visited a lot of the rest of Europe, as well as spending three months and then another two weeks in Pakistan. Pakistan was by far the most intense time of my life, between ducking from hidden home church to hidden home church, bombs going off around me (literally- I am not trying to be cool), and spending time in the Northwest Frontier Provence with a wonderful people group called the Kalash.
Honestly when I moved to Germany I had no intention of ever coming back to the USA. That is not something I necessarily told people, but that was in my heart. I wanted to disappear into the world and spend my life on a cause that changed people's lives forever. I didn't expect to get married, to ever own much, and I was ok with maybe not living to be really old. I was idealistic and passionate. I am still really passionate, but the idealism has gone to wayside in many ways. That's something the world will teach you, how to be more real. It is easy to deceive yourself, especially in youthful ignorance. "Life sucks then you die" is a quote from a German man I greatly respect, and accepting that as truth (which it is, sorry guys) can be difficult to live with at first. Reality must be accepted at some point though. In Pakistan I sat in a car outside the High Courts Building in Lahore, and looked into the eyes of several dozen Pakistani policemen. They were about my age, and looked a little confused as to why they were there. Maybe even a little fearful. We'll never know. I asked my Pakistani friend why there were so many Police there, and she said for security (another words, she didnt know). We pulled forward. One minute went by, then another, and the car was rocked by a loud boom. We looked back and all that was left of where we just sitting was a cloud of white smoke. Those police officers are dead. They really are. There is no way around it, they are dead. Young men, in thier twenties, who listen to music and talk on cell phones and laugh and joke. Real people. Really dead. Thats an extreme example. but some things just are not real at first.
I have a dream and vision, that has been growing in me since one quiet afternoon in 2005 laying on the concrete floor in a church in Mexico. There I felt my first stirring of inspiration, as if God spoke to me about writing, about being a witness of his work, and telling people's stories. I didn't know what that meant, but its in me, the story bug in is me. I feel that He continued to speak to me about a life full of people, moving and traveling, belonging nowhere and everywhere, and telling stories as I connected people and resources to each other ever since. I have felt inspiration in a Burmese Pagoda, in Tianamen Square, in a hundred year old building in China where Christians gather and sing at the top of their lungs. I have felt inspired at an international missions conference in Germany, in a hotel in Lahore, in a dirty bathroom covered in hives in NWFP, while watching a documentary about a war photographer, and while listening to my friend's passionate dreams. Its stories that are the most powerful thing in the world I think. I am to tell them, and somehow those stories were going to help a lot of people, and maybe even "change the world."
Also in my travels I realized that an uneducated 'crazy kid' was not going to get as far as a professional would. I decided that I would rather be the professional who put in the work to become skilled in a field then spend my life trying to make friends with those people. I also met Gabriel, a man who has the same dreams as I do, something I did not expect. When we put our ideas together it became clear that working together would help us a lot. He wanted to make videos, documentaries. I loved art and photography and had many ideas as well...so we came to the decision to return to the United States and go to film school. So that is what we are doing now, studying hard at the Colorado Film School, majoring in Cinematography/Videography for me (with some extra production classes, writing classes, anthropology classes, etc) and in Post Production and Graphic Arts for Gabe. Its hard, the day to day, especially as we read inspiring blogs about our friends who are still in Germany or Ethiopia or China, and starting orphanages and saving children. But one day we will be over there and making movies on a professional level that will be useful to those ministries and more then we can imagine. God willing.
Sometimes the road is hard, but I do not plan on giving up. And yes, I am really doing it. There is a lot of talk out there, but I am determined not to just be a talker. I am doing my best to keep focused and get back over there where I know I belong, after doing what I set out to do here.
So far, I haven't changed the world. It's been four years, not very long, but the fourteen gorgeous nations I have visited and all the faces of amazing people, have forever changed me.
Honestly when I moved to Germany I had no intention of ever coming back to the USA. That is not something I necessarily told people, but that was in my heart. I wanted to disappear into the world and spend my life on a cause that changed people's lives forever. I didn't expect to get married, to ever own much, and I was ok with maybe not living to be really old. I was idealistic and passionate. I am still really passionate, but the idealism has gone to wayside in many ways. That's something the world will teach you, how to be more real. It is easy to deceive yourself, especially in youthful ignorance. "Life sucks then you die" is a quote from a German man I greatly respect, and accepting that as truth (which it is, sorry guys) can be difficult to live with at first. Reality must be accepted at some point though. In Pakistan I sat in a car outside the High Courts Building in Lahore, and looked into the eyes of several dozen Pakistani policemen. They were about my age, and looked a little confused as to why they were there. Maybe even a little fearful. We'll never know. I asked my Pakistani friend why there were so many Police there, and she said for security (another words, she didnt know). We pulled forward. One minute went by, then another, and the car was rocked by a loud boom. We looked back and all that was left of where we just sitting was a cloud of white smoke. Those police officers are dead. They really are. There is no way around it, they are dead. Young men, in thier twenties, who listen to music and talk on cell phones and laugh and joke. Real people. Really dead. Thats an extreme example. but some things just are not real at first.
I have a dream and vision, that has been growing in me since one quiet afternoon in 2005 laying on the concrete floor in a church in Mexico. There I felt my first stirring of inspiration, as if God spoke to me about writing, about being a witness of his work, and telling people's stories. I didn't know what that meant, but its in me, the story bug in is me. I feel that He continued to speak to me about a life full of people, moving and traveling, belonging nowhere and everywhere, and telling stories as I connected people and resources to each other ever since. I have felt inspiration in a Burmese Pagoda, in Tianamen Square, in a hundred year old building in China where Christians gather and sing at the top of their lungs. I have felt inspired at an international missions conference in Germany, in a hotel in Lahore, in a dirty bathroom covered in hives in NWFP, while watching a documentary about a war photographer, and while listening to my friend's passionate dreams. Its stories that are the most powerful thing in the world I think. I am to tell them, and somehow those stories were going to help a lot of people, and maybe even "change the world."
Also in my travels I realized that an uneducated 'crazy kid' was not going to get as far as a professional would. I decided that I would rather be the professional who put in the work to become skilled in a field then spend my life trying to make friends with those people. I also met Gabriel, a man who has the same dreams as I do, something I did not expect. When we put our ideas together it became clear that working together would help us a lot. He wanted to make videos, documentaries. I loved art and photography and had many ideas as well...so we came to the decision to return to the United States and go to film school. So that is what we are doing now, studying hard at the Colorado Film School, majoring in Cinematography/Videography for me (with some extra production classes, writing classes, anthropology classes, etc) and in Post Production and Graphic Arts for Gabe. Its hard, the day to day, especially as we read inspiring blogs about our friends who are still in Germany or Ethiopia or China, and starting orphanages and saving children. But one day we will be over there and making movies on a professional level that will be useful to those ministries and more then we can imagine. God willing.
Sometimes the road is hard, but I do not plan on giving up. And yes, I am really doing it. There is a lot of talk out there, but I am determined not to just be a talker. I am doing my best to keep focused and get back over there where I know I belong, after doing what I set out to do here.
So far, I haven't changed the world. It's been four years, not very long, but the fourteen gorgeous nations I have visited and all the faces of amazing people, have forever changed me.
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