some pictures.

when green meets red and red meets blue

When the grass slowly turns to clay-like sand and it all leads to the sky, thats what driving across the country is all about.















I love it.

Something's in the air tonight.

The sky's alive with a burning light.
You can mark my words, something's about to break.

And I found myself in a bitter fight,
While I've held your hand through the darkest night.
Don't know where you're coming from but you're coming soon

To a kid from Oregon by way of California
All of this is more than I've ever known or seen

Come on and we'll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
Come on we'll try, one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go there's nothing left to choose
And here we go there's nothing left to lose

So I packed my car and I headed east
Where i felt your fire and a sweet release
There's a fire in these hills that's coming down

And I don't know much but I found you here
And I cannot wait another year
Don't know where you're coming from but you're coming soon

To a kid from Oregon by way of California
All of this is more than I’ve ever known or seen

Come on and we'll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try, one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go there's nothing left to choose
And here we go there's nothing left to lose

I can still hear the trains out my window
From Hobart street to here in Nashville
I can still smell the pomegranates grow
And I don't know how hard this wind will blow
or where we'll go

Come on and we'll sing, like we were free
Push the pedal down watch the world around fly by us
Come on and we'll try, one last time
I'm off of the floor one more time to find you

And here we go there's nothing left to choose
And here we go there's nothing left to lose




are we there yet?

hold on, hold tight

Breathe in, breathe out
Tell me all of your doubts
Everybody bleeds this way, just the same
Breathe in, breathe out
Move on and break down
If everyone goes away, I will stay
We push and pull
And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

Hold on, hold tight
If I’m out of your sight
And everything keeps moving on, moving on
Hold on, hold tight
Make it through another night
In every day there comes a song with the dawn
We push and pull

And I fall down sometimes
And I’m not letting go
You hold the other line
Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out
Breathe in and breathe out

Look left, look right
To the moon and the night
Everything under the stars is in your arms

Cause there is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes
There is a light in your eyes, in your eyes

He was lost

...and is found.
Luke 15:32b

I was talking to my brother today, Tuesdays are usually our day to hang out, and I mentioned that tomorrow I'm coming up to my dad's house to have dinner. My brother then said "whenever you come up, dad prepares like a freakin FEAST." And at first, I laughed; if you knew my dad and our relationship, its not the best of times. But then, I couldn't stop thinking about it.

Last week at Shockwave, we talked about the Prodigal Son. I've always thought that I was the older brother. The one that did most right, and that my brother gets off with a LOT of stuff. He gets the crappy grades and is irresponsible, and the expectation was always held higher for me; I hated that. I think I've always been a little bitter that he got off so easy with the divorce. I had to take care of him and worry about holding my own. I had to be in the middle of my parents and try and play referee. I was the one forced out of both houses because I was the one "stirring up trouble." When I moved out of my dad's house, it was a mutual decision. It was time for me to move on and branch out.

It's not that I thought that my parents HATED seeing me, but they never really go out their way to invite me over either. I only moved to Cockeysville, and you might laugh, but to my dad, that's far. He rarely steps outside of Hereford.

It wasn't until today that I realized that to my dad, I am the prodigal son. As much as I pulled away, he still awaits my arrival with everyday. I think that every second that he is sober, he is there at his door with open arms, no questions asked.

My brother told me today that every time he is over my dad's house, my dad is always asking about me. I really want to make more of an effort to talk to my dad more often. I think I try to keep him as out of the loop as possible so that it's "my life."

I don't want to be the "lost son" where my parents are constantly waiting for me. It will always be home for me. I might just be away for a while, not lost, but away.