The authority of whom?

There once was a man
With integrity at heart
Who cut loose the bindings
He had let himself be tied into.

Some thought he was crazy
Some thought he was wise
But all that he sought was to be
Condoned in his authority's eyes.

The authority of whom?

A visit to the trees'-knees

Got to go to the Congaree National Forest today, otherwise known as the Congaree swamp. My favorite part of the park is the deck that spawns off of the boardwalk and overlooks the lake. We got to watch the turtles bobbing in the water and sunning on the logs. My second favorite part of the park is the trees' knees. The cypress trees' roots stick up out of the murkiness that surrounds the bottom of the trees (and basically everything in the swamp), and they are called knees, but I prefer to call them gnomes. So, I got to introduce Ian to the gnome-folk today. It was a gorgeous day-perfect for being outside. Just to make sure y'all don't make the same mistake we did, check the map for directions first. We ended up in Orangeburg today because we went too far down I-26, when we were supposed to take I-77 to Bluff Road. We weren't lost. We just stopped at a gas station, looked at a map, and took the scenic route through the corn fields. If you're reading this, and you're not a big fan of South Carolina in general, you should definitely check out Congaree before you leave this state. Swamps are the in thing...

Who wears the spiritual pants?

What does spiritual leadership/headship look like in a marriage? Ian and I were trying to figure this out last night. What is the man's role, and what is the woman's role? Obviously, the woman doesn't just sit by and let the guy be the spiritual one, and do nothing. But I think there is a difference in the roles; it's not exactly equal. Those of you who are married, what have you experienced in your marriages? Those who are unmarried, what are your thoughts on it, and what have you seen in your parents?

Me flittering around

Well, I've had tons of stuff to blog about, but now that I actually get a chance to do it, nothing comes to mind. Figures... It's been too long since I've posted. But I've been writing. New songs, new quasi-poetry. I need to keep writing. I had a great weekend with various friends, and I'm really looking forward to going to Michigan this coming weekend with Ian. I can't wait to see his home and meet everybody there.

I would write more, but I have so much in my heart that it is overflowing beyond the blog...

This place where I live

I really want to get in on the music scene in Columbia. I feel like I’ve been here for so long, but not really been here.

Are you doing anything?

Stretch me out
Till I am thin
Not so I look good
But so I look real
And have to trust

Get me down
Let me wonder at
The sadness
You let me writhe
In inner angst

Give me vision
Make me discontent
So I can better listen
And be ready
For it when it comes

You're doing something

I'm better today

almost dry eyes. i cried this morning, but it was over the Lord's goodness and not issues in life :)

i love music. i want to do music - that's what i want to do with my life.

maybe i should say i want to be a musician. i like the "be" word more than the "do" word.

i am discontent in my jobs, because i really want to be doing music. will i ever be content doing it on the side? i don't think that's reason enough to cop out on my jobs now, just because sometimes they're hard, because i really am learning, and i'm trying to learn being.

maybe someday Passion will pick me up and ask me to sing for them...

Crying over spilled milk

Okay, I'm crying over what the old adage tells me not to cry over. I don't think I've ever cried in front of my boss before, but I did today.

I had a project
It was my own
I gave it my heart
The seeds they were sown
For a beautiful work
Or so I thought
Unknowingly feeding myself
To the flock
Of faceless participants
Each wanting say
In my project they said
Was going astray

Now it's still my project
And mine it will stay
At least in the stated-
Idealized way
My heart still is beating
My mind is still ticked
But sooner or later
This mountain will shift
People will learn
To trust one another
And push for the change
Push with me brother

Differences alike

The conversation went something like this...

Genevieve: "Ian, you're a punk."
Ian: "You're a princess."
Genevieve: "That's going in my blog."

Yo tengo un novio nuevo

For those of you who have not heard, I recently acquired a boyfriend. Yes, Friday night he took me out on the most romantic date I have ever been on, and asked me if I would be his girlfriend. Call it juvenile, but we're both pretty smitten. If you want details, please ask; I love telling the story.