sure, we have lived in our house so little that we actually couldn't remember where we had put anything away- sunday's conversations went a bit like the following:
"babe, have you seen the flat head screw driver?" (shawn) "no,...umm...wasn't it in the cabinet under the microwave?" (me) "well, its not there now" (shawn) "let me look...hmmm...well..wait! i put all the painting supplies and tools in the crate downstairs by the bike." (me) [a few minutes later...] "its the only tool not there" (shawn) [we looked and looked and eventually found it in the trunk of the car when we were putting grocceries in....neither of us remember why it was there]
-so even though we couldn't find anything in our house AND even though the spiders had nearly taken over with their complex webs...it is still quite good to be home.
i am finding 'home' is a relative term in my life. i used to think of home as a familiar place containing all of my stuff... the place i come back to everyday...the place i sleep every night...home to me now has a really different meaning. home isn't really a place anymore..its more of a state of being. i am home when shawn is there and there are no meetings and no concerts and no recording schedule. home is the period of time when we get to be normal and do normal things. home is the periods of time that i get to be like every other wife and do dishes and pay bills and go groccery shopping and visit the same gym several days in a row. home is the period of time when my husband gets to be a normal guy with his normal friends and do things like playing pool and golfing. home is that period of time in which shawn gets to do husbandly kind of things like taking out the trash and fixing the stopped up sink. at home we get to have suprise birthday parties like we did last night...with our dorky party hats and noise makers and our friends who know we are as normal as they are... it was beautiful. i am telling you, normalcy is highly under-rated these days.
and we get one glorious week of it. thank you JESUS. thank you. we intend to drink it in like cherished hot coffee on a cold winter morning.
one week. then the reality of our life will become a tour bus. and once again home will be an elusive place we will dream of taking a vacation to...
please pray for the artists you love...the ones you know and the ones who just bless you with their art...this type of life is far from what people think it to be.
man, this really isn't where i thought this was going to go, but none the less, its where it went. more lata.
oh and by the way if you haven't picked up nichole nordeman's new record entitled 'brave' do yourself a favor and pick it up.
be blessed!
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
sweet home WASHINGTON
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6 comments:
I'm feeling it too Kate.. feeling the who cares what other people don't see as normal, it feels so good just to be home at the same time. It feels good even though my house was a mess when I came home (that's what happens when I leave him home by himself for 4 days lol)... anyway, I just wanted to let you know I'm back from Joshua fest in cali, and am sooo glad to be home!
Kate, I always look at your tour dates and think and pray about you guys. I knew you would get to be "home" soon since Shawn will be playing in your state of Washington! I always wonder how you can be gone all most all the time. I love coming home after work. I do not think I could ever be away as much as you have to. Bless you for all you do.
Enjoy your week living in Seattle. Sleeping in your own bed, useing your own bathroom!!!! Cooking with or for your husband. Cleaning your own house!!!
Our prayers are with you both. Take time to chill and know each other as husband and wife.
Home is great! It's always harder to leave again when you've stayed put for a week or longer. Looking at our schedule the other day, I just learned that we'll be away the entire month of December. It's bitter sweet obviously, cause we'll be visiting w/family which is great, and touring, but I still won't be able to decorate my place all christmas-y! Oh well....there'll be plenty of years for that!
It may be a case of always having an itch to do what you are not doing. I've heard many stories like this from musicians I've known or played with and I also hear of dreams to travel and tour from other musicians.
When you are working as a secretary or at a coffee shop sometimes all one can do is dream of making money by playing music. I know you, Kate are thankful to have the job you have but I also remember your desires to travel in the past- maybe it isn't what you'd hoped it would be but think of all the crappy jobs 'stable' people have! Again- it makes me think of the down side to any job.
sara... 'blue like jazz' was actually my FAVORITE book of last year... i am glad you are reading it and enjoying it! he has another book out and another one coming out really soon...
kate
I totally over identify! Home defiantly isn’t a place for me either! I’m a missionary, and my parents are missionaries as well. We’ve been on the mission field for more than 12 years, so I’m constantly traveling. After many years, I’ve discovered that ‘home’ is where your hearts is at. My heart is with my family, so wherever they are that’s where home is.
I don't think anyone can quite understand the feeling unless they've felt it themselves!
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