Pantry be gone

The other day I was at a friend's house and they were talking about remodeling the kitchen.
They had seen this same kitchen for 9 years...the same paint, design, cabinet layout, countertops, flooring, curtains and all.
Everything is in its place...predictable and mundane.

As they were talking about the remodeling project, they discussed new cabinets, taking out cabinets to make new counter space, new curtains, countertops and flooring. It baffled me when they mentioned knocking out some cabinets to put something new there. I know this may seem trivial to you but this idea of removing something that had been in the same exact place for 9 years left me thinking. This cabinet sitting there in its same color day in day out and full of the same supplies... was going to be gone.

Of course I sort of sympathized with it. The cabinet had been part of that space for so long and now, its time was due.

My thoughts quickly left when they carried on about this new idea and that new color. The old and new...deconstructing and reconstructing. Life looks alot like that...constantly rebuilding. What I truly didn't grasp was the process of...the deconstructing part. It's something I never really contemplated. When they were pointing out the idea of knocking the cabinet out to make room for counter space, I realized that I never would have thought about knocking that cabinet out. To me, that cabinet has always been there and for some reason had permanent residence in my mind. Not that I was passionately decisive on its existence but in my head, if it's been there this whole time then it belongs there. I didn't even realize that there was option for it to go.

"There is a time for everything and a season for every activity under the heavens.
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot."
--Ecc. 3:1-2

Alright, you must be thinking...alright C, really? You saw cabinets and heard remodeling and you had to get reflective about this? Well....yes I did. This is where I am at in life right now and when things happen in my life, I can't help but see the connect and wonder how they all relate to each other. I can't help but wonder where God is taking the myriad of things in my life.

That day and those cabinets made me realize that it's ok to tear down and rebuild again. Sometimes it's even necessary.
What you see currently doesn't have to be permanent. Those cabinets now have the potential to be newly painted alongside fresh curtains and beautiful flooring.

Even though deconstructing is scary, there is potential and new vision in store.

To remodeling!
C

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The future

Me: Life...plans...I keep trying and it feels like I am getting no where. What do I do?

J: "It’s like composing – if you know what you want the piece to become, then you won’t rest until you succeed in making it so, even if it takes a while..."


<3
C

Photo by: Bill at Comix Connection

Da capo

Consider this,
A drop from the sky.
Why we ponder why,
The make up of rain,
Why it must fall and drench our skin?
Why it doesn’t soak up in our skin yet the Earth
Boasts itself green in its drunken stupor.

And consider this,
A battle for peace,
A medal is a treat,
We salivate for.
No actions are done wholeheartedly without a goal,
or are they?

Consider this,
Promises made,
Warnings and people forbade
Us from testing the waters
And why is it we are to keep ourselves at bay?
Why are we convinced to stay
Right where we are.

Yet, one can’t help but consider.
Consider this reader, once more,
And kindly return to the top.

<3
C

Blake Caldwell Photo

Sing

Everyone Sang by Siegfried Sasson (English poet, author and soldier in WW1)

"Everyone suddenly burst out singing;
And I was filled with such delight.
As prisoned birds must find in freedom,
winging wildly across the white.
Orchards and dark-green fields; on; on; and out of sight.

Everyone's voice was suddenly lifted,
and beauty came like the setting sun.
My heart was shaken with tears; and horror drifted away...
O but every one was a bird; and the song was wordless;
the singing will never be done."

<3
C

Right

Hey friends,
my my my it's been awhile! How awful is that? I'm not going to lie. I feel as if I have kept distant from a dear friend of mine...that dear friend that takes the form of letters, words, phrases, emotion and feelings and slaps them onto a page, a journal, a napkin, a blog site. I further believe this friend has even been missing some melodies of mine too.

Apology: I don't usually make direct blogs to anyone but this is an exception.

Friend,

I'm sorry that I have let time and external situations get in the way of our relationship...of our honesty with one another. We have a grand partnership that consists of genuine expression where my thoughts find solace on a page even though questions are unanswered and seem to be going no where. You always are a place for me get it out and breathe.

Breathing is good...very good indeed. You know what? I think I've been walling myself up...you know...trying to cut right on the dotted lines along some picture that I think I am supposed to cut out. Who wants to cut out pictures already pre-drawn? How absolutely boring? My deepest apologies for I've been trying to make sure I do everything right...thinking the right thing, buying the right thing, singing the right things, eating the right things, praying the right things, loving the right things, hating the right things, writing the right things, phrasing the right things, righting the right things...right right right. I've been so preoccupied with that, that I've lost sight.

You are the dearest thing to my days and sanity. An angel with wings of ribbon, sequins and maybe some bells (wait does that weigh you down? oh you're an angel, you can pull off anything!) all colorful against your whiteness...that seems to carry me away when my arms are fatigued from travels.

I know there is no way to make it up to you but I'm going to pay more attention to you. I'm going to look less at myself and the dark black lines that I'm trying to cut some picture perfectly out of because in the end, it's not about that at all.

Yours truly,
C