Broken Birdsong

Well, I didn't actually go anywhere. I seldom go anywhere. I'm back on a laptop of my own, & I dare suspect you'll be hearing from me a little more consistently. It's not like my life is getting any less crazy, but having a device that I can type prettily on (& speedily on) in my own space, at any time, denotes consistency. So, YAY! - you get to hear from me more. & to whomever it is applicable, I'm so sorry. This post is a little more of an update than my usual almost-prose. It's a year of many transitions for me - which is normal for my age, I suppose - so I can guarantee that there will be more update-y posts in the future. Bear with me as I go through this journey, okay? For starters, you may have already heard, or have seen the pretty link at the bottom of my blog page, but some dear people & I have started a collaborative Etsy shop: Son of Uri Studios . I am the token sketch artist, & you can find my section, Designs by L

I don't know where to begin today, or where to go ... I only know that these fingers must click along a keyboard again, & in a way, I must sing my song. I think about those words now ... singing my own song. Once upon a time, that meant something different for me; it meant an actual song. I'm actually in a season right now where I am coming to grips with the fact that I'm maybe actually more of a poet than a songwriter, & maybe just maybe I should accept that, & live like that. I'm not talking about a song I wrote, or "my jam." The idea of my song is so much more than that. It's the idea that there are words that I need to remember always. Words that dear friends sing over me, & that my Lord has sung over me from the start. Today, I really need to hear my song. I need Truth sung over me. I need to remember what I always forget. I need to feel the closeness of someone holding my hand & knowing my hurt, & pouring hope