The Land of the Living

Pastor Deo, at a retreat at Amy Hoe's Bay house, declared over Rez Church that God was going to break the curse of singleness. It was based on a prophecy that Deo gave when a group of Rezzers went to Rwanda the summer before. Living on Capitol Hill and running around Georgetown, many, many of our people were not dating each other. We were playing soccer on the Mall every week, parties and late night discussion almost every night, but we needed a Charismatic Rwandan pastor to get us over ourselves. These are how my friends got married!!!! I can't believe someone posted this video!!

Elise and Jake Anderson
Garrett and Laciee Brown
Laura and Tommy Hinson
Christian and Helen Hofreiter
Joshua and Raquel Rogers
Jono and Ashley!!!!
Joannella Morales and Judd Birdsall
Tim and Dawn Luepke
and on and on and on...

Dan Claire: The first pastor that embraced, understood and loved me!

Dan is the man with the red guitar!

Sitting in the evening hours in the treehouse:

I am soooo excited!

The first song they wrote together... her voice is amazing.
Missing music school.



Haven't you seen me sleep walking?
'Cause I've been holding your hand
Haven't you noticed me drifting?
Oh, let me tell you, I am

Tell me it's nothing
Try to convince me
That I'm not drowning
Oh let me tell you, I am

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling
Out of love with you

Why am I feeling so guilty?
Why am I holding my breath?
Worry 'bout everyone but me
I just keep losing myself

Tell me it's nothing
Try to convince me
That I'm not drowning
Oh let me tell you, I am

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling
Out of love with you

Won't you read my mind?
Don't you let me lie here
And die here

Please, please tell me you know
I've got to let you go
I can't help falling
Out of love with you

Haven't you noticed?
I'm sleepwalking

I was sitting in a coffee shop yesterday evening writing when I met a fellow writer. The script he was working on was fascinating and we got to talking about genre and stories that are surprisingly attractive. These are the stories you would never think you would be interested in writing. It was a great conversation, the kind that comes out of nowhere... then out of nowhere he asked me my name again. I told him "Kimberly" and he said, "like that Patti Smith song." I told him that I was not familiar with Patti's repertoire. He said it was maybe the best of Smith. Curious, when I got home I listened to it.

Here it is, no comment:


The wall is high, the black barn,
The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes
And I know soon that the sky will split
And the planets will shift,
Balls of jade will drop and existence will stop.
Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Little sister, the fates are calling on you.
Ah, here I stand again in this old 'lectric whirlwind,
The sea rushes up my knees like flame
And I feel like just some misplaced Joan Of Arc
And the cause is you lookin' up at me.
Oh baby, I remember when you were born,
It was dawn and the storm settled in my belly
And I rolled in the grass and I spit out the gas
And I lit a match and the void went flash
And the sky split and the planets hit,
Balls of jade dropped and existence stopped, stopped, stop, stop.
Little sister, the sky is falling, I don't mind, I don't mind.
Little sister, the fates are calling on you.

I was goin' crazy, so crazy I knew I could break through with you,
So with one hand I rocked you and with one heart I reached for you.
Ah, I knew your youth was for the takin', fire on a mental plane,
So I ran through the fields as the bats with their baby vein faces
Burst from the barn and flames in a violent violet sky,
And I fell on my knees and pressed you against me.
Your soul was like a network of spittle,
Like glass balls movin' in like cold streams of logic,
And I prayed as the lightning attacked
That something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack,
Something will make it go crack, something will make it go crack.

The palm trees fall into the sea,
It doesn't matter much to me
As long as you're safe, Kimberly.
And I can gaze deep
Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Into your starry eyes, oh.

Oh, in your starry eyes, baby,
Looking deep in your eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby, oh.

Oh, looking deep in your eyes, baby,
Into your starry eyes, baby, looking deep in your eyes, baby