Mixed Moss

I am frustrated with blogger. I haven’t been able to post in like two days because every time I do I get an error message. Hopefully the third day is the charm!

That said, it is difficult to be frustrated with anything lately. We have had such beautiful weather the past two days! Today is a little cooler and there’s some rain, but we definitely hit 75 degrees and sunny yesterday so I’m extremely happy and easy going right now. The weather turns my moods on and off like a light switch. Seriously. Clinically. When I get lots of sunshine it is hard for me to be blue. When I don’t get enough it is hard for me to be cheerful. And considering that I am at my most creative when I am a little depressed, my guess is that there won’t be any stunning poems or songs posted here any time soon! Lol. That’s ok.

Yesterday I hung out with some friends up at CBC (Eric and Justin). While we were walking along arguing about whether I was hippy or not (I say no, Eric says yes) and whether testosterone and immaturity tend to the same results or not (Eric says no, I say yes), Justin was playing his guitar. I said we should call him Festus, after the guy in Twelfth Night. Justin asked who Festus was and I said “He was a Fool and a wandering minstrel.” And then a light shone down from on high, there was a sound as of angels singing, and Eric and I said, “Dude! I want to be a Fool and a wandering minstrel!” Jinx. Doesn’t it have a great ring to it? I mean I can just imagine Donald Miller writing a post-modern Chrisian book called A Fool and a Wandering Minstrel.

I mean, you don’t have to play any musical instruments to be a minstrel. Anyone can be a minstrel if they make their life a “sweet and stirring song” (see post below). And anyone can be an artist if they only have the courage to live their life as though it were a work of art.

Then we went up in the Carew Tower, the highest building in Cincinnati, and looked out from the observation deck (it’s open air, and very much just the top of the building. If you really wanted to, you could climb up just a tad higher onto a little shack in the middle and do some serious damage to the antennas and satellite dishes on top of it.) Anyways, it was a beautiful day, the sun was warm, the sky was blue, the Ohio river was sparkling, and for just a moment, I felt like the queen of the world…not of any humanly-defined kingdom, but something much older and more inherently connected to the universe. I mean, come on, women have been called queens by men for a long time, but is the kingdom given them to rule worth ruling? I don’t think so. It was as though I’d become connected to something that rendered everything else people worry about in this world completely meaningless. It was so freeing. And I honestly think that ephemeral moment would have been worth trading all the fancy cars and stock options and Armani suits in the world for. I want to live my life seeking out those moments– like the fool and the wandering minstrel that I am.

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