Sometimes you hang on a rope swing. And when you look like a little boy, you don't mind so much.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
you can hold on
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 11:26 PM 9 comments
theater comfort, pictures, rope swing, sentimental/inspiration, thoughts/life
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
on the road to blonde
I woke up today with one clear thought.
And I like it.
But it's a two-part process. I am going back on Tuesday and we're gonna make this hair blonde, darn it.
But for now it's a change, and I'll take it. Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 9:33 PM 11 comments
theater blonde, hair, thoughts/life
oh, dear
Yesterday I went on a walk and saw some deer. I kept getting closer and closer to them and unbelievably, they stayed put. But then my camera died before I could take a good close-up, so there you go. They had antlers and everything. I guess in this case everything entails legs, torsos, heads, necks, hooves, and tails.
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 10:59 AM 5 comments
theater deer, jeans, thoughts/life
Monday, November 23, 2009
sweet
I was at my parents' house the other day, feeling sad. Just laying in my old bedroom, wondering where the good had gone. And suddenly, well, some good came in and jumped right into bed with me.
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 9:42 PM 9 comments
theater comfort, strider, thoughts/life
Saturday, November 21, 2009
finally weightless
Peace.
But what about the experiences that would teach any sane person to be anxious?Sometimes it's hard to know what to do with it, and it feels crazy to not feel anxious. But then there's God and he messes up the equation and the sense life makes, I suppose. He talks about peace and it doesn't depend on everything being controllable or even appeasing to us; but rather it's dependent on Him. Existing. In the midst of everything. It doesn't make any sense, it really doesn't.
But anxiety.
It just wells up so big, drowning out every other feeling until all I want is to escape. But it's inside me so deep that I'd just as easily escape from my left lung or my brain; in short: it's seemingly and intricately woven into me. So what do I do? Other than try to fix the problem, which usually just results in a bigger mess because what human can be fixed by her own clumsy self? So I give it to God and in his mercy I forget about it for a little bit. I get lost in a song I am writing. Or a conversation with a friend. Or the show I am doing. Or the way my hip hurts when I lay on my left side. Or the pain of someone else I love. Or the innocence of the morning, how nothing has changed the day yet; nothing has let on to the fact that the sky which looks so friendly now could turn in a second and suddenly you find yourself dripping, drenched in a rain you never prepared for.
And then maybe the next time I think about it, the pain is not so fresh. Or maybe it is and then I try to give it to Him once again, all the while not quite even sure how you even know if it has truly been given to God. It's not exactly tangible. It's not exactly measurable. It's not like I have three eggs in my basket and I can hold each of them in my hand, feeling the weight and the shape, and then hand them off to Him three times over, happily looking down in my basket after the last transaction and seeing they are gone.
That my basket is empty, that I am finally weightless.
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 8:58 PM 7 comments
theater sentimental/inspiration
Friday, November 20, 2009
humor is as silver of a lining as any
he uproots my hope like a tree.
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 10:15 PM 7 comments
theater humor, job, mullet, thoughts/life
Thursday, November 19, 2009
I don't want to forget
It's weird, I sort of already forgot about this. I mean, I know I haven't really. And I know it happened and all that, but I've barely given it any thought at all. Not until I looked at this picture, actually. And how strange it is to not be going back to some city sometime soon, for a soundcheck at four and the hope of a Whole Foods that is within a walkable distance.
Posted by Jessica Latshaw at 6:32 PM 8 comments
theater sentimental/inspiration