Monday, April 30, 2007

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Best day ever....

There are a thousand times as a parent that you know you missed it, flubbed it or flunked it and a few times you know you did it right.

The other day was one of those good days. My son Micah has been struggling at school and we get regular "reports" from his teacher that cover his issues. So we have been trying different things to reward and punish to try to help encourage him to follow the rules etc. We were downtown last weekend and he saw the ducks and wanted to feed them but we didn't have any bread. So I said, if he got a good report after school I would take him to the pond and we would feed the ducks.

School came and went and he came home with a bad report. I was in the office preparing for the message on sunday and heard him outside slamming his scooter on the ground and making a racket with attitude and anger. At first I wanted to go out there and tell him to knock it off and be quiet but then the Lord impressed on my mind to go take him to feed the ducks. Suddenly I sensed the Lord really leading me to do that. So I stopped what I was doing and went outside. I told him that we were going to go to the pond and feed the ducks and to get his stuff. He just looked at the ground with a look of frustration and anger and said that he didn't get a good report. I could see the disappointment in his countenance.

I knew then that this was an important moment and felt the burden on my heart.

I came up to him and touched his hair and told him that "Sometimes we get good things even when we dont get a good report." I knew in that instance that he needed a Father to show him grace because he had tried to "be good" and just didn't measure up. That kind of feeling can seep into your soul and leave a life long stain. I knew he needed to experience grace.

His face lit up and he bounded off to get his stuff. We went and fed the ducks, the geese and even a squirrel. We climbed some rocks, hiked in the woods, visited a pond that had huge Koi fish in it and I let him play on the kids toys in the park. It was a good time together.

As we were driving home, he was sitting in the back and singing a Spongebob Square pants song that has the lyrics:

"It's the best day's the best day ever...." was.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Thursday, April 26, 2007

"The things that will destroy us are: politics without principle; pleasure without conscience; 
wealth without work; knowledge without character; business without morality; 
science without humanity; and worship without sacrifice." 
--Mahatma Gandhi

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Bono getting his preach on...

If you watch the video and get to the end of the clip you can hear Bono getting a good preach on!

God and the poor...

"To those in the church who still sit in judgment on the AIDS emergency, let me climb into the pulpit for just one moment. Whatever thoughts we have about God, who He is or even if God exists, most will agree that God has a special place for the poor. The poor are where God lives. God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is where the opportunity is lost and lives are shattered. God is with the mother who has infected her child with a virus that will take both their lives. God is under the rubble in the cries we hear during wartime. God, my friends, is with the poor and God is with us if we are with them."
-Bono at the 2007 NAACP Image Awards

May First Friday artists

may First Friday
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

I would rather live in a world where my life is surrounded by mystery than live in a world so small that my mind could comprehend it."
- Henry Emerson Fosdick; American clergyman (1878-1969)

Come out and join us for an evening of food, music and art.
Free to the community.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Struggling to follow the way of Jesus...

Go to the people
Live among them
Learn from them
Love them
Start with what they know
Build on what they have.
-Ancient Chinese poem

John Perkin's Three R's of Development

The philosophy of the "Three R's"—reconciliation, relocation, and redistribution—is Christian Community Development Association's backbone. 

Reconciliation shows itself as multiracial ministry. Perkins has never flirted with black power rhetoric or Afrocentric philosophies. He firmly believes that the kingdom of God is seen when all ethnicities work and worship together. "I want to preach a gospel that is stronger than my race and stronger than my economic interest," he says. At the CCDA conference, his close friendship with Wayne Gordon, a white inner-city pastor from Chicago's tough Lawndale neighborhood, sets the example.

The second R, relocation, emphasizes that to work with the poor you have to live with them. "I believe that the people with the problems can solve their own problems," Perkins says. Only those who share daily life in the ghetto can move past charity to genuine community development. This challenges up-and-out inner-city residents just as much as suburbanites. CCDA members don't consider it a success when local young people go off to college and graduate to suburban life. "What they have got is a better education in consumption," Perkins says. CCDA champions educated young people who come back to serve in their communities. Living in the community, Wayne Gordon stresses, is the only cure for the prejudice that middle-class whites typically bring to their relations with the poor. He tells of moving into the high-crime area of Lawndale as a young teacher and coming home to find his van broken into. Residents of his building saw the theft and organized an around-the-clock vigil to make sure no one looted the van further. They took care of him even though he was the only white man in the neighborhood. "I found that, unexpectedly, I was living out the words of Martin Luther King Jr., being judged not by the color of my skin but by my character," Gordon says.

The third R, redistribution, sounds like socialism, but what Perkins describes is far closer to capitalism. He seeks economic vitality, not handouts. He recognizes that external forces—unjust laws, lack of access to bank loans, poor schools—often prevent economic progress among poor people. But so does a lack of self-confidence and initiative. He wants poor African Americans to learn from immigrants who look at their blighted communities and see business opportunities. One way or another, economic resources must change hands so that the poor can gain economic power and dignity. From:

Philippians 2:5-8
Your attitude should be the same that Christ Jesus had. 
Though he was God, he did not demand and cling to his rights as God. 
He made himself nothing; he took the humble position of a slave and appeared in human form. 
And in human form he obediently humbled himself even further by dying a criminal's death on a cross.

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Giving kiosk

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

Some churches are installing these type of giving kiosks in their buildings where the church gathers. The idea being, that many people dont cary cash or write checks that often, so a debit card system of giving would be easier for giving. Step up, swipe the card and enter an amount you want to go to your church. I dont see any reason why it would be a negative, there are many times I have wished I could give but I only carry a debit card and at various conferences or events its cash or check only. Just some thoughts, curious what other people are thinking about it.

small gifts

real gifts
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

"Do not despise the day of small things.
-Zechariah 4:10

Small gifts mean so much more in a small church in an economically challenged neighborhood. This is a small piece of candy I received after church from a young single mom that lives in my neighborhood. Given with love, received with love. Building a church with candy. Small things....with great love as Mother Teresa used to say.
Sometimes I wonder if trying to grow a church in a area of town that just doesn't have money was such a wise choice...but then, I remember that there is a wisdom that is from above and a wisdom that is from below. So the world would say it can't be done but God would say:

You can build a church on a little piece of candy.

earth day

earth day
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

Jesus-followers should renounce unbiblical distortions and see the created order as Scripture presents it. We must inhabit it as it truly is, viewed from the standpoint of God’s creation of, continuing involvement with, and ultimate plans for the universe. We will not romanticize nature, but recognize its beauty and its violence. We will not simply commodify the material world, exploiting it with disregard to God’s ownership and the common good. We will not worship nature, obscuring the line between Creator and creature. And we will not spiritualize the material world, forgetting that the earth in its materiality and physicality is good and integral to God’s whole plan of salvation—the healing of creation. -Howard Snyder

Today, is Earth Day! I love the earth but I am not a hippie. Do I have to be a tofu chomping, patchouli smelling, birks wearing, hemp weaving, neo-pagan, angry vegan in order to believe in creation care?

I attended Earth Day celebration downtown in Spokane yesterday and took my daughter and youngest son. It was painfully surreal and uncomfortable. I must confess, I found myself quite out of place. I really try to live life without much judgment on people outer appearance but when it comes to a cause...your message is affected by the messenger. Yesterday I had a real hard time hearing the message because the messengers were overpowering the message.

They are shutting the door to further conversation and it is unfortunate because there are many very critical environmental issues that need to be addressed by the majority but a select group of cultural oddities are imprisoning the issues in a minority of the populace. Earth day isn't about politics and it shouldn't be holy ground for the hippies alone.

Hear the word of the LORD, you Israelites, because the LORD has a charge to bring against you who live in the land: "There is no faithfulness, no love, no acknowledgment of God in the land. There is only cursing, lying and murder, stealing and adultery; they break all bounds, and bloodshed follows bloodshed Because of this the land mourns, and all who live in it waste away; the beasts of the field and the birds of the air and the fish of the sea are dying."
-Hosea 4:1‑3

Friday, April 20, 2007

little things...

little things
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

A thousand daily little things make thier offering of pleasure to those who know how to be pleased. -Henry Ward Beecher, Star Papers

Bathtub horror...

I heard someone call Spokane: Methlehem the other day...tragic but true. We have a serious meth problem and the church has to come up with more answers than pray and send away. I know meth's destructive power, I have a realtive who has had her whole live affected by this drug. Part of the answer is education and these videos are gripping! I will post more, they need to be seen. The living dead will increase in our culture if we don't face this terror in our town.

Thursday, April 19, 2007


Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

This is a power that is at work in our church neighborhood. You can see it in scabed faces, homes, people staggering down the street, the hookers on the corners...

Junkies need Jesus.
The church needs a Jesus that is strong enough to deal with meth.

How to destroy a culture...

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

You dont have to burn books to destroy a culture.
Just get people to stop reading them.
-Ray Bradbury

This is a picture of a recent book my father gave me when he came up to Spokane last week. It's bound in leather, falling a part, everytime you leave it on something and pick it up, theres book dust left behind...simply delicious! The contents are even better, it's packed full of quotes and short teachings, like:

Remember that the secret studies of an author are the sunken piers upon which is to rest the bridge of his fame, spanning the dark waters of oblivion. They are out of sight; but without then no superstructure can stand secure. -Longfellow.

After reading in this old tomb, and trying to figure out how to preserve it better, I realized how tragic it is that people just don't like to read much anymore. I set up a library of my books in our church and in almost one year, I've only loaned out about 6 I think. :(

6!!!! Oh the magnitude of a sin this is, you just don't understand. So many of the books in my library are pure gold. To read them is to become endued with wealth from the minds of some of the greatest souls to walk this earth. But they are weekly ignored, passed over, shunned...Oh I feel like repenting to the dead for such sacrilage!

If a man empties his purse into his head, no one can take it from him.
-Benjamin Franklin

Alas! There are far too many empty heads and fat purses today. We spend our money on what doesn't satisfy. We are becoming "numb & dumb" as a's tragic.

But I know I am barking up a tree with no one in I will mutter to myself in some lamp lit corner, with book on my lap, my pipe in my hand and a mind that is lost in days gone by...

I have sought for rest everywhere, but I have found it nowhere,
except in a little corner with a little book.
-Thomas a' Kempis

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

Wild but not too Wilde...

The gods had given me almost everything. But I let myself be lured into long spells of senseless and sensual ease. I amused myself with being a FLANEUR, a dandy, a man of fashion. I surrounded myself with the smaller natures and the meaner minds. I became the spendthrift of my own genius, and to waste an eternal youth gave me a curious joy. Tired of being on the heights, I deliberately went to the depths in the search for new sensation. What the paradox was to me in the sphere of thought, perversity became to me in the sphere of passion. Desire, at the end, was a malady, or a madness, or both. I grew careless of the lives of others. I took pleasure where it pleased me, and passed on. I forgot that every little action of the common day makes or unmakes character, and that therefore what one has done in the secret chamber one has some day to cry aloud on the housetop. I ceased to be lord over myself. I was no longer the captain of my soul, and did not know it. I allowed pleasure to dominate me. I ended in horrible disgrace. There is only one thing for me now, absolute humility. A selection from "De Profundis" by Oscar Wilde

I know that Oscar Wilde led a sinful lifestyle and that his sexuality was deviant to say the least. But his mind though often darkened by his own lusts, did shine like a penetrating sun through the tempest that was going on in his soul. I am often amazed at his lucidity. Sometime Christians have trouble seeing the truth because they have grown dull and too acquainted with it. It reminds me of something G.K. Chesterton said about the good of getting a religious person drunk once a year, because the experience or the repentance afterward would do them some good. We Christians have forgot what we know.

"We live in an Age of Intimidation, in which we are not exhorted to love life but to fear death" Learning to do this in ways that dont undermine the true nature and purpose of living is the tricky part. Learning to eat fully but not be a glutton, to drink deeply but not become a drunkard, to love, to taste, to smell, to work, to laugh, to create, to think, to dance, to weep, to mourn, to suffer and to conquer. This to, glorifies God. 

Wilde's writing reminds me that I am not dead yet...

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Where have the Bards gone?

the deep
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

...if you hate poetry or don't have the time or are just indifferent, consider that this might be symptomatic of some deep failure in you instead of in the poetry. And then, don't just admit to the failure and go on hanging your head. Hunt for beauty. Track it down. A passion for beauty certainly is characteristic of those great men in the past whose lives were characterized as after God's own heart. Remember David's psalms and Beowulf's celebrations, full of life and faithfulness.-from Douglas Jones article "Men hate poetry" at

When did poetry become the haven of shemales? In days of old the Bard was an intricate part of community life. Not the odd thespian of medieval life but the teller of tales, the singer of songs, the weaver of truth. The heart of the party, the culmination of victory, the balm in sorrow. Poetry has been emasculated and shunned to the basement unless it is hidden in music like some unwanted vitamin being chased with kool-aid.

Lyrics are often tossed aside for a rush and a beat. " Who cares what the singer is saying...I just like the beat" is what I always heard as a youth pastor trying to teach teens to listen again. The music a person listens too is a reflection of who they are. It says so much about their soul.

You use a glass mirror to see your face; you use works of art to see your soul. --George Bernard Shaw, Back to Methuselah

There is a longing in me to recapture the masculine voice. To see the Bard return to his glory again. To move away from the breathy musings that accompany so much of christian music and rediscover the bones of our fathers again. Strip away the light and fluffy cotton candy songs that dominate the airwaves of most christians radio; and carve out songs that resonate in the marrow of men.

I find echoes of this in some music I listen too, usually hard stuff that borderlines on the edge of healthy. It frightens me when unsaved men can seem to speak to my heart more than saved..

Somethings wrong, shut the light,
Heavy thoughts tonight,
And they arent of snow white;
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragons fire,
And of things that will bite;
Sleep with one eye open,
Gripping your pillow tight
-Enter Sandman by Metallica

When you turn on the tv and see mass murder, evil and tragedy. Today's religious cinnamon and spice...just doesn't cut it. Are all the poets wearing corsets?

There is a...yearning...yes, I yearn...have you ever yearned? ;)

"Pure 'Northernness' engulfed me; a vision of huge, clear spaces hanging above the Atlantic in the endless twilight of Northern summer, remoteness, severity. . . ." This northernness is not necessarily Christian, but when turned to Christ it is redeemed like all sinful things and stands upright. But we have little interest in such redemptions or their results because the church in our era is slack and effeminate. We do not look at an unbounded northern sky and see the eternity of God; rather, we look mystically inward to the swamps and standing puddles of our own hearts and see just what one might expect in such places - but not very much and not very far. -C.S. Lewis

J.R.R Tolkien was a bard and you find songs and poetry all throughout the Lord of the Rings. Deep words, rich lyrics that taste of earth, stone and the hides of men.

Lewis said of Tolkien's writing, "Here are beauties which pierce like swords or burn like cold iron; here is a book that will break your heart."

Here is a piece that has deep dirt all over it. It's rich, like an old leather couch in a dusty library.

Selection from LOTR: Song of Durin's Awakening:

There hammer on the anvil smote,
There chisel clove, and graver wrote;
There forged was bladed and bound was hilt;
The delver mined the mason built.
There beryl, pearl, and opal pale
And metel wrought like fishes' mail,
Buckler and corslet, axe and sword,
And shining spears were laid in horde.

Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep,
Till Durin wakes again from sleep.

Monday, April 16, 2007

get off the couch....

Health is, indeed so necessary to all the duties as well as pleasures of life, that the crime of squandering it is equal to the folly; and he that for a short gratification brings weakness and diseases upon himself, and for the pleasure of a few years passed in the tumults of diversion and clamors of merriment, condemns the maturer and more experienced part of his life to the chamber and the couch, may be justly reproached, not only as a spendthrift of his happiness, but as a robber of the public; as a wretch that has voluntarily disqualified himself for the business of his station, and refused that part which providence assigns him in the general task of human nature.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

I'll travel piggyback, thank you...

all the way yu walked
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

The Lord your God who goes before you will Himself fight on your behalf, just as He did for you in Egypt before your eyes, and in the wilderness where you saw how the Lord your God carried you, just as a man carries his son, in all the way which you have walked until you came to this place. But for all this, you did not trust the Lord your God, who goes before you on your way... -Deuteronomy 1:30-32

Just as a man carries his son...

That phrase embodies all my hope as a pastor. The core of my security and epicenter of my peace in the chaos; is the simple trust that there is a bigger back, stronger arms, more firm legs and One with clearer vision that offers me a piggyback ride.

A Father, who doesn't just send us out there alone but offers to carry us, fight for us and most importantly knows the way ahead, through the wilderness.

Piggyback doesn't have a fortune 500 ring to it, I know. I'm not sure if you can rally to many people to follow a leader who doesn't put his confidence in his own legs, his own arms or his own sense of direction.

Piggyback riding sounds sissy but trust me, when the snakes and the scorpions are swarming the path, it makes perfect sense to me.

When the road ahead looks steep, unpassable, treacherous and more of a climb than I feel capable of ascending...piggyback, sounds good to me.

When the pain of the journey weighs down on your broken heart and the path underneath you is slippery from all the mud of your tears...burying your face in stronger shoulders and clinging to the neck of a father soothes your weary soul.

How did I get here? I don't know? I just clung on for dear life and by God's grace alone, emerged through soul stinging battles, menacing cliffs, deep and dark valleys, poisonous pits and lonely Jericho roads...piggyback.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

something which will remain...

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

What if God should place in your hand a diamond, and tell you to inscribe on it a sentence which should be read at the last day,
and shown there as an index of your own thoughts and feelings, what care, what caution would you exercise in the selection!
Now this is what God has done. He has placed before you the immortal minds of your children, more imperishable than the diamond, on which you are are to inscribe every day and every hour, by your instructions, by your spirit or by your example, something which will remain and be exhibited for or against you at the judgment.

Thursday, April 12, 2007

fallen angel...

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

Your eyes are vacant...empty from watching the skies.
No santa landed on your roof.

Your clothes hang dont care anymore.
Dignity fled on the floor of your overdose.

Your words are a flood of reasons your life makes no sense.
They stumble and falter, stuck on a note like a skipping record.
Reality is floating away in this gravityless room.

Your smile belies your pain,
Fiddling with food for nothing,
hiding in a ritual that only living people do.
Starved on the inside,
the bones of your dying,
slosh around in your awkward movements.

Loud voices bark out of you,
I hear you way to clear.
Silence is suffocating here....chatter is a narcotic.

I hold you as a father clings to the past that might not hold a future.

I ache...praying for tears that might release the weight of this unknown.

-words in response to my visit to a psyche ward where one of my little sheep lies wounded, broken and despairing of light. Please pray for her...

phoenix rising...

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

It is time to experiment, time to leave the well-ordered but stuffy classroom, time to restore a vulgar vitality to poetry and unleash the energy now trapped in the subculture. There is nothing to lose. Society has already told us that poetry is dead. Let's build a funeral pyre out of the desiccated conventions piled around us and watch the ancient, spangle-feathered, unkillable phoenix rise from the ashes. -Dana Gioia

April is national poetry month...go write something that will start a revolution and prove them wrong. Show that this generation has something in it's mouth worth saying that can bring life to the dead.

what passes for the new...

Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

My heart rouses
thinking to bring you news 
of something
that concerns you
and concerns many men.
Look at what passes for the new.

You will not find it there but in despised poems.
It is difficult to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack of what is found there.

-William Carlos Williams's "Asphodel, That Greeny Flower"

Monday, April 09, 2007

Inviting or frightening?

I read this in a book called "The God of all Comfort" by Hannah Whitall Smith:

"I was once talking on the subject of religion with an intelligent agnostic, whom I very much wished to influence, and after listening to me politely for a little while, he said, "Well, madame, all I have to say is this. If you Christians want to make us agnostics inclined to look into your religion, you must try to be more comfortable in the possession of it yourselves. The Christians I meet seem to me to be the very most uncomfortable people anywhere around. They seem to carry their religion  as a man carries a headache. He does not want to get rid of his head, but at the same time it is very uncomfortable to have it. And I for one do not care to have that sort of religion."

It's a great thought to ponder...what kind of "religion" are we as a community and as individual Christians spreading around? 
Does it seem inviting or frightening? 
Refreshing or Repulsive? 
Compassionate or constipated? 
Frantic of Freeing? 
Does it produce a countenance of peace or pressure? 

Something someone would want to pass on Or...pass on?

Sunday, April 08, 2007

He is risen!

He is risen
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

Why do you seek the living One among the dead?
He is not here, but He has risen, just as He said.
-Angel of the Lord

Friday, April 06, 2007

From Him, through Him and to Him be all the glory!

"In his death, Jesus destroyed the powers of the devil; bound the strong man; judged and drove out the prince of this world; ransomed, redeemed & delivered us from the power and penalty of sin; freed us from the curse of the law; demonstrated our sinful depravity in the need for his death for our salvation; demonstrated the love of God for us, in that while we were sinners he died for us; demonstrated ultimately the righteousness of God to punish our sins upon his Son instead of simply ignoring them; absorbed God's wrath upon himself, turning it away from his people; and reconciled us to God. Jesus' flesh was the curtain torn, giving all his people access to the Holy of Holies, the presence of God. Through his death we are forgiven, justified, cleansed, and made right with God. He died that we might live, and as long as we gather for communion we proclaim his death until he comes."
- Eric Costa

Happy Good Friday!

Your journey...

All that is gold does not glitter; not all those that wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien

I am praying and believing that you will find the ocean again and swim deeper, farther and this time swim because you found the path to your sea yourself.
I've tried to assist you in understanding the map, not losing the map, loving the map...and have prayed someday you would journey the map because you chose to.

I know that along the way you have been knocked over by many things.

Sat at tables that pointed you in directions that really were not what you deeply longed for.

Listened to voices that sounded right but ended wrong.

Touched waters edge but found it to be stagnant, not the boundless tides that seem to beckon you from within.

Been lost on clouds of illusion offered by those who have chosen to sit instead of journey.

But in the end it is your journey to take, I can't make it for you.

Thursday, April 05, 2007

planet earth

planet earth
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds of the air, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind. -Job 12:7‑10

Our family has been watching the Discovery Channel's "Planet Earth" 11 part series on Sunday nights. It has been phenomenal. I have seen stuff on the episodes that I have never seen in all my life. There are many creatures and wildlife events captured for the first time on film. The filming is beautiful and many times I found myself stunned at what they have caught on video. Really worth watching.
If you are local and have Comcast digital, the episodes are free if you go to ON DEMAND and click on the Discovery Channel shows.

April 22nd is Earth Day, so takes some time this month to explore your Father's World.

man moments...

man games
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

Halo is a video game that is often being played in my home and today I overheard Christian getting schooled by three 8-10 year olds. After the whipping, he said this to the smack talking kids:

You have to much testosterone...
What's testosterone?
It's stuff in your grapes that makes you want to be the best.

Oh the "nuggets" of wisdom you glean in the house full of boys...

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

New Tolkien...

new Tolkien
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

It is a new Tolkien book! Begun shortly after he returned home from the trenches of World War One and tinkered with for decades afterward, The Children of Hurin, like The Silmarillion, was never completed in his lifetime. But Tolkien's son and literary heir, Christopher, has painstakingly culled, edited, and reconstructed all the scattered variants of the story, much as he did decades ago with The Silmarillion. The laborious task took thirty years. But now, the much-anticipated book will be in stores by the middle of this next month. (info lifted from

I'm all over this....

Sunday, April 01, 2007

The road goes ever ever on...

Tree on grassy hill
Originally uploaded by ericblauer.

The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
And I must follow, if I can,
Pursuing it with weary feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.

This is version two of this song in the Lord of the Rings.
There are three versions that change through the story.
It is a song about the journey of life and what one learns at each stage along the way.

I think I am walking down this part of the path...