It’s Thursday. I have a day off from my ‘day time’ job. I slept late, something I rarely do anymore, even if I want to. I’m usually up early with the birds and would like to say that today’s sleep in was good, but I feel groggy, slow and void of motivation.
Last night I went straight from work to Band practise. Perhaps that’s why I’m tired. This use to be my one thing, the thing that I loved doing most of all. In the past I’ve written so many songs, led worship more times than I could count and in the early days sang in the very quirky band called ‘Rockin’ Rabbi’s’ note: this vid is from after I’d left to have baby number two and later, started a band called ‘Sweet Chariots’ where I strummed my trusty old guitar and sang the blues with my sister and a friend. My brother recently found some old footage which needs work but here’s just a snippet of our big hair crazy days!
These were ‘star days’ when we got to perform for crowds in a diverse range of places. From City Markets or Youth Events to Club Genesis, (which started in the Leederville Tafe, then moved all over the town) to even supporting Chris Falson at the Belvior Amphitheatre, it was the 80’s, need I say more – we had good times. But I’m no skilled musician and often get frustrated at my lack of technical ability – playing to a click track drives me batty and reading music is frankly, quite out of my league, tho I pretend at times! Everything I do comes from heart and flows from somewhere within. So, despite what I consider a ‘lack of skill’, this was my chief joy. I guess it my first ‘One Thing’, and in some ways my ‘first love’ (needless to say, this is, apart from Jesus – though actually it’s all very central to Him, all so connected.
Then, as years went on and even tho I’d had quite a hoot of a life, the wheels fell off this old cart and I began, quite inadvertently, to write. I’d always written journals, always – but never had it entered my mind to write a book. In some ways, songs were my book!
This new book writing just happened. A pretty hectic childhood and an enemy called ‘disappointment’ led me down a path where I found myself void of joy. I needed help and when finally it came (in the form of ‘God with Skin On’ ) I could hardly speak about it, so I wrote. There-in began healing, my writing journey and a sense that I had to tell this story.
This became my ‘One Thing’ and almost superseded song writing by the piano. As I said in my last post, life goes on, we start new ventures and things Morph. The things we use to do, we don’t do them so much any more and I wonder now, if I let my first love go, when it should have abode, side by side with my new love – a marriage made in heaven?
Less song writing and more book writing. This was my new mission and even though I felt the importance of the new journey, I still let other things get in the way and slowly both took a back seat.
Why do I do this? Am I the only one?
Stay tuned for the unfolding story……