...your blood pressure slows;
expectations soar...
i am working on a balm.
peace,
backstage diary
this one's more intimate than my regular blog - if that’s possible ;) – you won’t really find updates here...just thoughts and experiences from along the way…and a spoken word joint or two. please comment me!
new entries posted every full moon!
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antithetical-seeming seeds
mark twain said "courage is not the absence of fear." I heard a clergyman say recently that "faith is not the opposite of doubt." In truth, the dark; shadowy and grey we often percieve as antithetical to our Light are, in fact, necessary for it. As I seek my peace with this. I dance towards grace...
It's a practice...
Belief
A friend recently told me "just because you don't know what to believe, doesn't mean you don't believe". His words have been whispering to me ever since...Everywhere I go I am confronted with arguments for and against leaps of faith and the creative power of belief...a magazine article here, a conversation there...it wasn't long until the topic showed up in a songwriting session. Still wrestling with what to make of these incongruous lyrics...It all sounds true, but if one line contradicts the other, can it be? If peace is the coming together of all things, than within the contradictions there is inherently concord...So I am slowly peacing things together...lyrically and in life...
Brand New
It’s so difficult to know if I am dancing – really dancing with the things I want. So many heartbreaks, roadblocks and storms conspire to choreograph our lives...It’s hard not to second guess; fall out of step with my heart…These songs are my way of making amends. Forgiving every clumsy fumble and frightened misstep. I am perfect again. With every new song. They are my practice. I hope they inspire you to practice too.
Light it up,
Niki
still leap
this is coming of age:
not to quit taking leaps leaps of faith
but to leap with your eyes open
knowingly risking the pain
not to quit taking leaps leaps of faith
but to leap with your eyes open
knowingly risking the pain
imagine going home
1...2...3
adrift
racked by the deluge
floating
eyes to the stars
biding my surrender to that last big wave
with enough momentum to carry home
or, a sturdy boat on the horizon
row me home
in your arms
racked by the deluge
floating
eyes to the stars
biding my surrender to that last big wave
with enough momentum to carry home
or, a sturdy boat on the horizon
row me home
in your arms