Blog Action Day 2009

Life, what is it but a dream?

In researching for a 5-miute mini sermon on Psalm 25 I discovered this. Love it. Think this may be one to commit to memory, it can occompany the only other poem I know by heart Emily Dickinson's, "I'm Nobody, Who are you?"

Lewis Carrol's "Through the Looking-Glass". The final chapter "A Boat, Beneath A Sunny Sky"^[12] is an acrostic of the real Alice's name:Alice Pleasance Liddell.

A boat, beneath a sunny sky
Lingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July -

Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear -

Long has paled that sunny sky:
Echoes fade and memories die:
Autumn frosts have slain July.

Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.

Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.

In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:

Ever drifting down the stream -
Lingering in the golden gleam -
Life, what is it but a dream?

Labor Day Statement

Driving to church on Sunday, listening to NPR, I heard the host quote the Labor Day Statement of so and so important person I assume. I can't recall what was quoted but what struck me was that someone made a Labor Day statement. I thought to myself how important must one be to make a Labor Day statement? I think I want to be important enough one day to make a Labor Day statement. Then it occurred to me..I could make a Labor Day statement. Who's to stop me? So when you quote my Labor Day statement, that's Kelly with a y. :)

Dearest Peoples of the blogosphere, I here by make this Labor Day statement. Work because you love what you do not for money or power or other motive. Step out and do what you want to do. Did you major in musical theatre and now you're an accountant because life happened but you'd really rather be back on stage? Did you really want to work the 9-5 at the post office, donate to NPR and write children's books in the evenings but instead you're stuck in hotel customer service? Write your books. Work for the socialist govt run postal system, may be one day you'll get decent 'socialist' health care. Oops, sorry I got of track there...

To my five followers and other anonymous readers, I say life is too short to spend 40+ hours a week and 2000+ hours a year doing something that doesn't make you want to do cartwheels in spring grass.

I have finally, 5 years after college, taken the plunge into living off theatre (and worship design). Yes, we're poor but Joe owns our home and we eat well. I sent out resumes to every local theatre I could find online in late July. As of five minutes ago I've been offered and accepted one scene design, offered a stage managing position and two after school teaching positions. All from people who've never met me nor are friends of friends. On my own merit as shown in my resume. (Thanks Nancy and Michael for torturing us with semester reviews) We may be in a recession, but an artist wouldn't know it..we're always poor! Where there is a will, where there is passion, where there is talent, there is a way to happiness. You can find yours.

I spent my Labor Day at a party celebrating the volunteers who make my worship design job a gift and blessing every week. Is yours a Labor of Love? Why not make it one?