This Journey is Our Own...: The Pieces

Sunday, October 09, 2011

The Pieces

If you wait for all the pieces to come together and for you to know everything, You will do NOTHING~ cha

I'm starting a talk show right now. It is the dream of my heart. The reason I feel I was born. It's exciting, challenging and the learning curve is great. I have to learn how to do every aspect of a show. I find myself directing, producing, perfecting the voice over, editing, writing, set designing...you get the picture;EVERYTHING! The challenge is that I am not an expert in any of these things. It is so easy to sit back and think about doing something once I know it all and feel properly positioned to launch out. I'm guilty of this very thing. I didn't realize I was using it as an excuse to not start. I really thought that I was just making sure I was properly prepared. I didn't want to be a flash in the pan who gets derailed mid way or even at the beginning because I "didn't know". The thing is, as I started trying to be prepared, I kept running into another thing that I did not know, and another, and before long I was scared crap-less and overwhelmed. Then when I could stand it no longer because this dream that keeps me up at night and walks with me through my days kept demanding me to start, I started. Just start, I heard it say. Don't worry about the foreseen and unforeseen issues that may arise, just start. And as I have started, things have come together. I mean I have seen the pieces come together with such grace it feels like a well rehearsed play. I could not have anticipated this. I pictured big holes where I didn't know fully, but instead of holes I find the answer appears in many different magical ways. I feel assisted on this journey.

Today I made a mistake in the editing room. I dropped some footage into the time line and it landed in a bit of an array. I don't know what I did. But when I played it back, the "mistake" was beautiful. I mean, gorgeous. It was the kind of "mistake" that I couldn't have planned or replicated. It was the kind of "mistake" I needed. It's these kinds of mistakes that show up once you start. Whatever it is that's on the inside of you and is screaming to get out...do it. The pieces will come together as you start and walk it out. I promise. When Indiana Jones stepped out...the ground appeared. The pieces came together~

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REDEMPTION

The single word that I hear beating in the sanctuary of heaven and reverberating throughout all the universe and speaking to the heart of man is...Redemption

That which has been lost or stole to the point of having no hold, crushed down to the point of chaff or sawdust, beaten to the point of non-rememberance. That which has lost its health and looks mangled and sick, I hear the Universe whispering as the mouth piece of God...Redemption

To regain possession, use or control of that manifold spirit of wisdom and grace that danced in your dreams. That you, you use to be before the canca worm and years of drought left the fields of your dreams barren and without any resemblence of former grace and power...Redemption

For all the mistakes you've made stepping tall and proud with your eyes wide shut and a strut that bespoke of wisdom not had, you clad in the finest of things...rubies, rings, diamonds and it didn't turn out like you planned, hoped or expected much too dejected in your soul, you've grown old and weary fearing the cold of your future knowing that without suture you lay open and empty. no more dreams to sleep, no more desires to reap, even your kids have fallen off the deep...but i still hear him speak, the greatest song of freedom that Bob Marley onces speaks...Redemption

It is all that I have ever known that won't recoil and say that I am too far gone and beyond compensatories progress and that celestial being that sees my beginings from my digress and sees my future even clearer than what I can glean from this mess of my life. You see there is no mistake too great, not enough years strong enough that can quelch the fire and pace of redemption's grace. You see this world speaks of its power, testifies of its truth...If there is one law that I see everyday, the way the leaves fall from the trees to become soil and help feed that tree again in the spring, is the law of redemption. You see you see if I have been redeemed by the light of the moon and the sun, I know I'm not the only one. It never rains on only one man's house, but without prejudice of station or past, redemption will blast through the of doors of your life giving back years you knew were gone. Dreams that had long since gone and vanished, riches and financial security that use to be your friend mock you from afar telling you that's not who you are...well I will sing my song to you...Redemption

Old pirates might have robbed I and sold I to the merchant ships and thrown I in the bottomless pit but redemption will snatch us from his grip. You see this is my song of freedom. No one is too far gone to ever be rescued. Your dreams may have defferred for 20 or 30 years and you may have watched the sun go done on your years. Dreams that use to be may no longer be and fears may sit in the seat of your soul, but watch close as redemption dances to you holding you tight in the middle of your back and gliding you accross the floors of time and bringing back the soul of that which has been irrevocably destroyed and redemption will kiss it and give it back life! Making your latter better than your former...your dreams of today, better than yesteryear...and these, these my friend won't ever go away. Again, all I can say is...Redemption.

So in this song of freedom that I wrote, what I am trying to relate to the souls of many is: no mistake is too great, no shame so monumentous, no misunderstanding so grand that will preclude you from the redemptions' hand...so lift up your head my friend and see redemption on it's wings, you sing this song of freedom with me...you see...because all that I am or ever will be...Redemption gave it to me.

This Journey is Our Own...

Sunday, October 09, 2011

The Pieces

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