So as you can see, I may or may not have posted too many photos of my trip. I got a little iphone happy. (mostly because I forgot my charger for the canon. oops.)
but it was amazing, and exactly what I needed. I spent 90% of my time with Christine, her wonderful family, and that beautiful peninsula called Manhattan. We shopped, we ate, we saw some sites, we ate. you get the picture. being lovely, Christine surprised me with some late, but much needed, birthday celebrating. we got massages, went to my favorite restaurant Republic , had amazing dessert at Max Brenners, and then people-watched in union square. perfection.
then I made my little journey to ct to spend some quality time with my mom, dad, and little bro. we kicked it the only way we know how to. hard. we laughed, ate, cooked, watched movies, played games, I even got to take my brother to his first high school football game. yep, livin the life. My madre & I found time for facials, and even managed to uncover some buried treasures.
I had a wonderful time. but mostly, I’m glad to be home. even though I have to start packing everything in preparation for the next adventure in life, it feels good to just be here. to breathe, relax, and enjoy the goodness of Him who does mighty things for His children. boom.
I thought I’d share a little bit of what’s going on in my life lately…
Received the best phone call last night around 11:30. My little friend, Wilson, in Haiti called, as he said, to see how I was doing. We chatted for as long as his english & my creole allowed and then, with lot’s of “I love you’s” we reluctantly said goodbye. But not before I was assured that he had a special gift waiting for me when I returned & I assured him I had a sweet backpack/notebooks combo for him for back to school. man I miss that little guy. (also received another call from some other boys today asking for school supplies, news travels fast)
On Monday, I started recording the second track for my EP with the amazing Carter Manke. beyond talented man. I’m not sure how I lucked into working with him. (You can check him out on Facebook at Commuter Recordings) I’ll post a sneak peek of the EP a little later.
I’m spending this weekend in New Jersey visiting my amazing friend Christine. She is a joy to have as a friend, so I can’t wait to spend the next few days being encouraged by her. We’re going to throw it down in NYC, kayak & picnic at one of the most beautiful lakes in the state, and play music with her 12 year-old guitar prodigy little brother. so excited! And then, as if that isn’t enough, I get to spend a few days in CT with my parents and little brother. I’ll try and post some things while I’m there. (only con about the whole trip is the sketchy chinatown bus I’m taking)
Lastly, on a side note, I’m going to try and NOT think about my sister actually being in the states for a few days & I am unable to see her :( boo. I miss her. freaking bad. I promise that all my post’s won’t be about how badly I miss her. I promise. ?
As a musician, I’m always searching for inspiration. It can come from ordinary things like pictures, poetry, a good book and then it can come from personal experiences; emotions, relationships, revelations from the Lord. Today I am feeling inspired by my sister’s photography. She lives in Haiti which is beyond hard for me. She is my best friend, and I’m so proud of what she’s doing. But I’m selfish and want her here sometimes. Here are some of her photos that have captioned my heart today and sent my on a songwriting frenzy:
If you want to see all the adventures she is up to and be inspired as well, check out her blog: Lara Coleman Photography
Hurricane Irene took a good chunk out of my birthday this past weekend. Although I’d like to feel bitterness towards her, she actually made it even better. Being cooped up for a weekend with your favorite people is never really a bad thing.
Someone once said that an adventure starts when everything goes wrong. I spent some time living in the Republique d’Haiti, and they have a saying there “Dye mon, gen mon.” which roughly means, mountains beyond mountains. Life is one thing after the next. We laugh, cry, grow, and change. We are in constant motion. James said, “Your life is like a mist, it is there for a moment and then vanishes.” I’m not sure why we feel like chronicling our lives is necessary, but perhaps it helps us understand ourselves better. Perhaps it helps us actually grasp God and His movement in our lives. Or perhaps we need to know we are connecting with someone or something. Regardless, here is my chronicling of the someday vanishing mist known as life.