July 13, 2009

• Cornerstone

  The week before i left for Brasil was Cornerstone. beautiful crazy cornerstone. the conferencefestival with bunches of people in the middle of nowhere who make beautiful music and have lovely conversations.

  And i wanted to document it 1,2,3…but i wanted to live it…fluidly…and those don’t seem to go together.

  so many people. all dressed differently. struggling to find…what are they looking for? themselves? Or to make themselves into something more…

  Being original is overrated.

  There was a guy who wore a wolf shirt. he said it was wolf-shirt Thursday. And he did a spoken-word poem about explanation thoughts and quotation marks. and i immediately thought “what a great idea!” as well as “darn, why didn’t i think of that first.” will i find my own little corner?

  i got a blister on my foot. and put tape on it. Carina and i ran around to random places. listened to random bands. promised to be nowhere. yeah. I volunteered–because it paid for half my ticket. so i was in transportation…driving speakers and singers back and forth to the hotel. besides some good conversations…the most dramatic thing that happened was that i ran into a bird. or the bird ran into me. traumatic.

  Most everything else is lost to being written because you can’t write when…
  * You are being pulled into the mosh pit
  *You are driving and birds happen
  *You need both hands to raise to God in worship
  *You are talking to someone you’ve never met before–but have known forever
  *You are overwhelmed by truth but it is so big it doesn’t fit onto the page

  Learning to let go is a lifestyle.

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