Wednesday, January 25, 2006



Sometimes I just have to look at this picture to remind myself of who I am. Go ahead, feel free to say inside yourself, "Damn straight she is!."


(Kissing my U2 ticket ;)

Watching *My* band grow old

It's weird to watch your favorite bands grow old. Rumor has it that they are going to quit touring. U2 is *MY* band...and has been since I was around 14. A friend at that time gave me a copy of Joshua Tree and I spent that summer listening to them on my headphones, on the front of a boat, as my mother and father drove through the canyons of Lake Powell. Needless to say, I've never been the same since. And Lake Powell will never look the same again. :) The red walls of those canyons are filled with my young dreams and Bonos voice is cheering them on.
It really is hard to watch them grow old. This last tour "Vertigo" was amazing! And it would be hard to top it. But Bono looked tired. For the first time, to me, he looked old. But he sang like a dream and I have never loved him/them more. I guess you sometimes unconsciously think they are invincibile... and then one day you realize they are not.
Whether they quit touring or not...It's been a great ride and I'm sure they will continue to be the music of my life. Infact I know they will.


By Tim Cashmere
January 16 2006
"At a recent press conference, U2 guitarist The Edge has told journalists that U2 may stop touring after the current Vertigo world tour winds down.
Mr. Edge doesn’t believe the band can top the current tour, which he believes to be their best yet. While previous U2 tours Popmart and Zoo TV have been two of the biggest and most extravagant tours in history, the last two (Elevation and the current Vertigo tours) are much smaller, though with state of the art special effects.
“Bono has taken it to another level. I don't agree with everything, but I love that it's like a new paradigm, a different equation altogether." The Edge said.
This is another hint at the growing disdain the “other guys” in U2 are feeling for Bono’s political aspirations. Recently it was revealed that drummer Larry Mullen Jr. times Bono’s speeches with a stopwatch to stop him rambling on for too long.
Could the future of U2 lie in the balance? We’ll have to wait and see."

Tuesday, January 24, 2006


"You Don't know me. You never knew my heart. No man knows my history. I cannot tell it: I shall never undertake it. I don't blame any one for not believeing my history. If I had not experienced what I have, I could not have believed it myself."

~Joseph Smith~

(Photo is wax models of Joseph Smith and apostles In the original Liberty Jail. I couldn't speak when I was there. A reverance fell upon me like I have never known.)



It's hilarious how everyone uses their profiles to spit and spew their opinions. I guess in a sense thats what they are for. But it just strikes me as funny. I guess we all do it. I know I've had my moments. And I even have one now. After looking upon various blogs and profiles over the last few months, I am brought to ask a question. "Who can find a virtuous man? For his price is far above rubies." Prov.31:10
It's true ya know. Who can find one? We are ALL full of human frailties and foibles. That is life. But how rare is one who takes those weaknesses and hones them and bridles them?
I ran across a blog of an old love recently. My heart ached as I read his comments. His once "voice of softness" has become crude and brash. I guess it happens to the best of souls. It's happened to me on occasion. I can only hope that as I run across these types of things that I will have a greater desire to be a more virtuous soul. A soul that brings light wherever I wander. I have some work to do. My legacy doesn't need to be bright and bold...but quiet and beautiful.
It's true what the prophets of old predicted of our day; "The love of men shall wax cold in the last days" "For men shall be lovers of their ownselves....without natural affection" 2 Tim.3

Who can find a virtuous man? Or woman? They are few and far between...and that makes me cry.

Monday, January 23, 2006


A favorite song of mine.


sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough
in these last days

her tears fell
on her pages
found me well on her words
I don't know what to do or say

wading through
warm canals and pools clear blue
Tuscarawas flow into
the great lake
back where the highway met dead tracks ground
and now cement and glass
so far away

heal her soul
and carry her my angel

green green green
what about the sweetness we knew
what about what's good, what's true
from those days

can't count to
all the lovers i've burned through
so why do I still burn for you
I can't say

sorry that
I could never love you back
I could never care enough
in these last days

heal her soul
and carry her my angel

children blessed
gather round the home she rests
so poor and cold in their midwest
moon and sun

flashes bringing on
my open eyes to lightning storm
the touch of mist felt soft,
felt warm on my face

graving dreams
a million miles ago you seem
the star that i just don't see

words long gone
lost on journeys we walked on
lost her voice is heard along
the way

sorry for
never going by your door
never feeling love like that

heal her soul
and carry her angel

~Sun Kil Moon

Sunday, January 22, 2006


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**Lamentations shores**

Sorrow, no longer be a friend to me
Stay with me no more

A path is lit for you to walk
On lamentations shores

The waves are dark and dreary
They seem to call your name

"Dive into our waters
And mingle with our shame"

They call for mr. Lonely
They call for heartache too
Their calling for forsaken
and now they call for you!

Make haste oh faithful sorrow!
Linger here no more!

Run towards the echos
On lamentations shores..

(A poem I wrote in October '05)

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

*WaRm AsyluM*

Warm Asylum....

Interesting way to start a blog. The word "Asylum" brings an immediate picture to the mind. Perhaps of a crazy mind....a mind gone mental under the pressures of the world or his/her private burdens. And then the thought turns to the place where they are locked up that they may walk around aimlessly and bang their covered heads on white walls in the restrictions of small rooms.
But being the person that I am...I have I taught myself to look deeper into words and meanings. I believe that exploring a thought or idea that seems to be SET or SOLID only brings on the treasures that could lie beneath. A definition I found on Asylum was this; A place offering protection and safety; a shelter. Seems to quickly change perspective. Add the word warm....and one may find a most comforting thought. A place of safety...where the temperature is just right and there is no fear. I long to find a place like this in my own life...and I long to provide a place like this with my friendship and love for all whom I come across. A Warm Aslylum is quite a beautiful thought.

(Photo Taken in January 2006/Highland Utah... by Mwah.)