Devey Music Studio Blog

Branching Out in 2017 

“Families are like branches on a tree,
we grow in different directions,
yet our roots remain the same.” 
~Unknown 

Our little branches are sprouting up and surprising us daily with their originality, strength, and kindness. 

Jameson is our EIT. He loves to design, build, and dream of becoming a NASA aerospace engineer. Baseball, basketball, music, books, art, and origami, are a few of Jameson’s favorite things. Each morning at 6:30 you will find Jameson “entertaining his brain” at the piano. This year, Jameson played “The Baker” in the school production of “Beauty and the Beast,” and he was recently cast as “Prince Eric” in the 2018 production of “The Little Mermaid.” Jameson won 3rd place in his division for his story called “Leonardo De Hamster” at the Reflections Art Contest at school. Jameson is now in 4th grade at his Mandarin Immersion school, and he is thriving with both his English teacher, Mrs. Welsh, and Mandarin teacher Mrs. Fong who inspire him to learn and to grow.

Our Renaissance Man delights us with his many talents and creative ideas. Not a day goes by without Jameson declaring, “I’ve got an idea!” 

 

Giselle is our perfomer/teacher. She loves to design, create, and dream of being a Chinese teacher and ballerina. Ballet, art, music, books, and writing Chinese sentences are a few of Giselle’s favorite things. Each morning I brush Giselle’s hair whilst she plays the piano, as she dearly loves to play. This year, Giselle won first place in the Reflections Art Contest at school for the original video she produced called “How to take care of your American Girl Doll.” Giselle is now in 1st grade at her Mandarin Immersion school and she adores her teacher, Ms. Chang!

Giselle sang two solos during our 2017 production of “Beauty and the Beast,” and she is preparing to sing in “The Little Mermaid” in 2018 as well. Dancing in her fourth Nutcracker season was also a highlight of the year. Not a day goes by without hearing “Mom, look what I made,” as she delights us with her creations! 

In January, Jim celebrates his two-year anniversary with PreScience Engineering. As the Associate Vice President, Jim wears many hats and runs various projects around the LA and OC areas. On the weekends, Jim lays tracks for our Lullaworld Album, helps coach Jameson's sports teams, and enjoys spending time with the family. Our children are blessed to call him Dad! 

My private Orange County voice and piano studio will celebrate its three-year anniversary in January. The Devey Music Studio has grown to 25 vocal and piano students who perform in two studio recitals per year. I was the musical director for "Beauty and the Beast" last May and have the honor of directing "The Little Mermaid" in May of 2018.  In October, I began singing with a local Broadway/Opera review company called The Showcase Singers. I also enjoy leading worship monthly with Saddleback Aliso Viejo. It is wonderful to find new ways to develop my gifts. The Lullaworld project was put on hold due to technical difficulties, but we are finally getting back on track. Check back soon for our newest track "Mayim" which will be posted here and on Soundcloud.

"I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing."
John 15:5

I wake every day thanking God for the numerous blessings we have. Having chronic illness helps me remember that I am completely dependent on Christ and that every good and perfect gift is from him. If we are bearing fruit in our lives, then may the glory be to God!

We praise God for our beautiful children who are sprouting up before us and branching out in life!

Our brilliant photographer, Stephanie from Reflections by Stephanie can be contacted here!

 

When your body feels like a prison 

The answer is gratitude! 

I have a story to share instead of a secret to hide. Most of my life I have spent pretending that I do not have chronic pain and that I am not sick. Sometimes my acting skills are Oscar worthy; yesterday I could no longer act. 

My body demanded rest for weeks, but with performances, a private music studio to run, Christmas, and my family to care for, not to mention my daughter having a five-day high-fever,  I said “no” to my health and “yes” to everything that seemed more important. 

Yesterday, I went to the doctor thinking I had a sinus infection or bronchitis, but it turns out I have pneumonia in spite of having a pneumonia vaccine. Since I have asthma, scoliosis, 14 vertebrae fused in my spine, Herrington rods, chronic migraines, chronic pain, chronic fatigue, and fibromyalgia, getting pneumonia is a bit complicated. 

I was devastated yesterday. I needed to take a week off from teaching just 13 days before my student recital and 2 days before the first Beauty and the Beast rehearsal.  Anger and fear held onto my heart like blood-sucking leaches. How could God do this to me? I have fought through 2 years of mononucleosis, one of the most painful back surgeries ever invented, and managed to have children in spite of discouragement from my doctors. How could this happen after I had changed my diet, attitude, and lifestyle so much? 

The fact remains that no matter how hard I work on my health or how well I take care of my body, aside from a miracle, I will never be completely healthy. Although, as far as I know, humans have a 100% death rate, so as my body slowly sinks to the grave, I must reach for the heavens. 

But, our culture celebrates healthy people, and why shouldn’t we? Healthy people build more, make more, do more, and become more. Or do they? Although I pray to be healed daily, I understand that I have a dependence on God that most healthy people may never possess. I must depend on and therefore give glory to God when I do anything over and above what most doctors expect of me. 

Perhaps doing more isn’t equal to becoming a better person or even a Godlier person. Instead of doing more, I must be grateful for what I can do and what and who I have. We reject grace when we lose our gratitude, therefore I must be grateful so that I won’t be disgraced! 

Many have questioned whether I have enough faith to be healed, but sometimes not being healed takes more faith than receiving a miracle; sometimes YOU are the miracle. The most faith-strenuous exercise I can imagine is choosing to worship and love a God who has not chosen to answer my prayers to my satisfaction. But when I add gratitude to that equation, the strain doesn’t vanish, but my fear decreases and my heart is strengthened. 

My heart needed strengthening when we moved to China in February 2010. Jim had was forced to work on our second day in Shanghai and I was left alone in a frigid Chinese complex with an 18-month-old baby, no internet, no phone, no cable, no friends, and only four Mandarin words in my vocabulary. I learned from a dear friend in Humboldt County to write gratitude pages when I struggle with despair. It is those gratitude pages that helped me focus on the beauty of our situation and embrace a gratifying season of our lives. By having gratitude for the grace of God I did not despair. 

Yesterday, I fell into despair and for a time rejected grace. Today, I pulled out my gratitude journal and began filling the page with wonderful blessings. 

Below is my first page of my 30-days of gratitude. My handwriting is shaky from albuterol and steroids, so I will type it out if you wish to read on. 

If you struggle with depression, anxiety, fear, or a broken heart, please open your Bible, pray for guidance, and fill a page every morning with your blessings.

This will change your life! 

Gratitude: January 10. 2017 

1.  Albuterol, so I may breathe 
2.  Hot tea 
3.  My dear husband who took the day off from work to help 
4.  This gorgeous pen from Shannon 
5.  Dinner provided by Vanessa 
6.  Julie, who took Gisselle to and from school today 
7.  Astrid, who picked up both of my children yesterday 
8.  Sam, who went to Costco for me 
9.  My Seester, who is sending me new vitamins 
10. Prayer from my friends and family 
11. Lynn, who always responds to texts, night or day and in any country 
12. My students who are so understanding as I take a week off from teaching 
13. Christine, who did library for me 
14. Mara, who inspired me to write a gratitude list when I fall into despair 
15. Mango, yumm! 
16. So much time to read and write this week 
17. The gift of another day 
18. My Lord & Savior who is my healer 
19. Giselle, who wanted to be sure I ate breakfast. 
20. Jameson, who always has a “brilliant idea” 
21. Anti-biotics that are helping me heal 
22. Time to read with my children for longer than usual 
23. A beautiful house in a free country 
24. My parents, who were able to visit us 
25. The sun as it casts glorious shadows and a rainbow of colors before the rain. 

  
Phillipians  4:6 
Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and supplication, with thanksgiving let your requests be known to God: and the peace of God which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds through Christ Jesus. 
I pray that you let gratitude guard your heart, through Christ Jesus! 


When your back looks like a pretzel, things don't work as they should.
 

But, there is always a reason to be grateful!
 

I'm loving my pink fingers on my less-than-proficient hands!
 

Fabulous Four 

Our family of four is spending our fourth Christmas in Orange County! When you’ve moved 15 times in your life, four Christmases in one location is cause for celebration! 

  
Here are four reasons we are celebrating this year:

1. Jameson is in 3rd grade at our Mandarin Immersion School and he loves having both an English teacher and a Chinese teacher for the first time ever.  Basketball, baseball, soccer, art, piano, and building are Jameson’s favorite things to do. 

Also, Jameson played “Ed” in the school production of "Lion King", and “Knight One” in a summer production of "Shrek, the Musical". Our 8-year-old boy loves sharks, Legos, cracking jokes, and dreams of having a real pipe-organ in his room someday. We adore this young man! 


  
2. Giselle is in Kindergarten at the same Mandarin Immersion School as her big brother. Gymnastics, ballet, singing, playing soccer, telling stories, and playing the piano are a few of Giselle’s favorite things to do. 

Just a few weekends ago, Giselle performed in her third Nutcracker and was cast as a mini-mouse and an angel. Giselle, like her brother, performs in my studio recitals and made her debut both singing and playing the piano this year. Our 5-year-old loves dolphins, Legos, drawing, writing her own music, making up her own jokes, and one day dreams of riding a dolphin. We love our lovely young lady.

  
3. Jim accepted a position as the Associate Vice President of PreScience Corporation in Santa Ana. This year, Jim has worked on a BART project, multiple bridges in Orange County, and did IT and marketing for PreScience in Santa Ana. Because of Jim's many accomplishments, he received an Outstanding Engineering Merit Award from the Orange County Engineering Council in February.

Last month Jim finally acquired a new jazz guitar and has been adding some jazzy vibes to our children’s Album.
  


4.  I now have 25 students at the Devey Music Studio.  It is such a gift to do what I love, which is to inspire musicians of all ages and abilities. 
In May, I had the opportunity to be the musical director for the Lion King at our beloved school. It was a joy to lead the entire cast and to include my children in the production.  

The Lullaworld children’s world album is still under construction and I have begun sharing some of our creations. So far I have songs in Mandarin, Spanish, Hebrew, German, Portuguese, French, and English. I am still searching for a Japanese and Korean song to be added to the collection. Please comment below with any recommendations you may have. I love your input! 


May your days and years be merry and bright! 
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight! 
 

Love, Jameson, Jim, Giselle, & Lori

My fabulous friend and photographer from Reflections By Stephanie took our family photos this year. 
Visit her facebook page here, and her website here.  

7 Steps to proper singing for children 

Frequently, I am asked when children should begin voice lessons. Most voice teachers will not teach a child until they are at least 12 years old. I do teach younger students, but I do not work on true vocal technique as their voices are still developing. Instead, I teach the student solfege, how to read music, and musicianship. 

Outside of vocal lessons, I encourage young singers to join a choir, take piano lessons, and learn how to sight-sing using solfege. Then, I use these seven steps to proper singing in children. If you have a basic knowledge of music, you can help your child improve their singing at home.

 

1. Stretch before you sing 
You can’t sing your best if your body is tense like a rubber band. 
*Lean over to touch your toes then slowly come back up to a standing position and shake everything out to release tension. 

2. Use good posture 
Singing well is impossible if you are slouched over like a couch potato. 
*Stand up straight with your feet hip-width apart; be careful not to lock your knees or you may pass out. Pretend someone is pulling a string from the top of your head, like a marionette, to feel taller. 

3. Practice low breathing 
Let your abdomen drop forward as you take a breath. Don’t breathe with your shoulders; that’s not where your lungs are. 
*Place one hand on your lower abdomen, one hand at the side of your lungs, and breathe. You should feel your lungs expand and your abdomen drop forward like there is a giant balloon in your tummy. 

4. Warm up 
Stretch your vocal chords like you would stretch before playing sports or dancing so you do not injure yourself. 
*Make a siren sound from high to low. Next, sing the solfege scale, “do re me fa sol la ti do” to stretch your range. Finally, sing an easy song such as “Jingle Bells” or “Do a Deer” to finish warming up. 

5. Sing without straining 
Sing naturally, as if you are speaking, it should not feel like you are yelling. 
*If you feel tense, try swallowing and checking your posture. Louder does not equal better singing! 

6. Stay healthy 
Since your body is your instrument, you must keep your body healthy and strong. 
*Exercise regularly, eat a healthy diet, and stay hydrated. If you are sick, sing carefully or stop singing and speaking altogether. 

7. Sing every day 
Practice makes permanent, so what you sing and how frequently you sing it determines how much you will improve. 
*Try putting on talent shows at home and practice performing for family and friends.

 



My little musicians love to sing! I don't give them formal voice lessons, but we use these principals when they practice for a recital or school performance. Remember, children cannot learn to sing from a recorded voice. It is only possible for a child to learn how to match pitches from another human being. No matter how insecure you may be about your voice, please sing with your child!

5 Reasons We’re Grateful for 2015 


1. We bought our townhouse! 
You can finally write our address in pen instead of pencil, we think. After moving 8 times since relocating to California in 2000, we were able to purchase our townhouse that we had rented in Orange County for two previous years. That means not only did we buy, but we didn't have to move again. Hallelujah! 

2. Jim is starting a new job. 
Besides being an awesome dad, coach, music-producer, and home-improvement master, he will be an Associate Vice President for Prescience in Santa Ana and is excited about his new projects and a shorter commute. 

 

3. Jameson is rocking 2nd grade at Mandarin Immersion School. 
When Jameson is not at school, he enjoys soccer, Kung Fu, swimming, piano, and rehearsing for the school production of The Lion King. Building, climbing, playing the piano, and telling jokes are a few of Jameson’s favorite things. When Jameson grows up he wants to be an engineer and a pianist. 

 

4. Giselle loves her Mandarin Immersion Preschool. 
She comes home singing and speaking in Mandarin more than ever. On non-school days I get to enjoy plenty of one-on-one time with Giselle as we have play-dates, visit museums, and homeschool English. Giselle loves learning singing, dancing, studying ballet, playing the piano, and drawing. Once again, Giselle performed in The Orange County Ballet Theater  production of Nutcracker and loved playing a delicious Bon Bon. Giselle says she wants to be a doctor and a ballerina when she grows up. 
 

5. I am teaching again. 
Reopening the Devey Music Studio to vocal and piano students was such a treat this year. I love that our house has a steady flow of musicians coming and going and that our lives are filled with music.  I am making progress on my children’s world album called “Lullaworld.” So far I have songs in Spanish, Mandarin, Portuguese, and Hebrew.  If you have any foreign language children’s songs that you would like to recommend, I am delighted to hear your suggestions.

My fabulous friend and photographer from Reflections By Stephanie took our family photos this year.
Visit her facebook page here, and her website here.  


  

  
 

8 Ways to Get Your Kid to Practice 

And make them think it's their idea.

1. Play more, practice less

Albert Einstein said "I have no special talents. I am only passionately curious.” There is a difference between skill and talent. Musical skills can be obtained by nearly everyone. Deaf, blind, mute, and physically disabled people can develop astounding musical skills. Music is who we are. We are kept alive by a beating drum, therefore we are drawn to learn music like an infant kicking its legs before he can walk. Musical talent is the combination of skill and God-given giftedness. The great news is that skill can trump giftedness to a point, if you work hard enough.

How do get your kid to work hard and practice? You must instill a playful curiosity and passion for music that drives them to experiment, discover, and create their own art. Early learning is rooted in play so if you allow your child to play with music, it will feel like a creative process instead of a chore. So, let them play freely. Let them play badly. Let them make mistakes. Allow them space to develop their own style of music. I promise you won’t need ear plugs for long.

2.  Pick up an instrument
Did you play clarinet or trumpet in high school? Dust that thing off, or find a used instrument on craigslist. Have you always wanted to play guitar, but never found the time? Make time now. Watch YouTube videos, buy instructional books, or hire an instructor so that you can learn to read and play music along with your child.

Learning to be musically literate and playing an instrument is difficult; it takes humility to fail over and over again. Show your child that you are not above failure. Model tenacity, perseverance, and artistry and your child will follow in your footsteps. Your child may need to borrow your earplugs, but they will love laughing at your squeaky reeds and blasting horns. Teach them to laugh at their mistakes then learn from them.
 
3. Play together
Now that you are hopefully playing an instrument, no matter how poorly, try playing with your child. It might be hilariously off, but it will be fun. Play along with your favorite playlists together. If needed, warn your neighbors and arm them with earplugs or invite them over to play along.

Playing music together was once a daily occurrence in the average home. Many families also attended churches where hymnals were read and corporate singing was a weekly tradition. Since the dawn of the phonograph, television, and the internet, the act of playing music together has decreased significantly. We often want our music to be perfectly orchestrated, mixed, sung, played, and delivered directly to our ears at the touch of a button. As a result, music can seem like a commodity to be consumed, not an art to be created. We associate playing music with pressing a triangle.

Thanks to that little triangle we have access to a limitless amount of music. Expose your child to a larger variety of music and listen to something new every day. Don’t make fun of your child’s musical preferences, but introducing them to a musician who was born in the previous century would be a good start. Talk about musicians, not just the music. Do research. Where was the musician born? When did they begin playing music? What sort of obstacles did that musician encounter on his and her journey? Why do you like this musician and how does their music speak to you? Be sure to introduce your children to various genres of music, and tell your child who your favorite jazz musician, classical composer, or Broadway singer is. If you do not have a favorite, find one.
 
4.  Play to master, not to conquer and cast  
Just learning the notes is not enough. Avoid the mentality of conquering a piece just to cast it aside. Classical and pop musicians often spend years, even decades, perfecting their pieces.  Find a specific song by your child’s favorite artist. Are there multiple recordings of the same song or piece? If so, how does that artist progress in their performance of that song? You may notice that the earlier performances are technically correct, but lack the depth of emotion that exists in the latter performances. This will demonstrate how the artist did not just learn the song, sing the song, and move on.

Your child should be building a repertoire not a graveyard of music books, so allow your scholar to take time to master his and her pieces. If your musician is growing tired and hitting road-blocks on a particular piece, ask your child’s teacher if they may take a break and revisit that piece later.  I love reviewing older repertoire with my students as it gives them a chance to see their progress.

5. Practice positively
Never use music as a punishment. Yelling “go practice the violin” at your child when they are in trouble will not instill any sense of joy let alone artistry in their playing. Encourage your child to use a timer to reach their practice goal, but make sure you don’t hover while they practice. Yelling out “Oooops” at every mistake does not a mentor make. Since I am both my son’s teacher and mother, I avoid listening too closely while he practices. When he is having trouble, I ask if he wants help. If you are literate in one instrument, you should be able to help your child at a basic level with reading notation. If you feel you cannot do this, ask your child’s teacher for resources to help you become musically literate, or buy a book here.

You are your child’s biggest advocate, which means you should be an encourager not an adjudicator. Music should be fun. Tell your child how much you enjoy hearing them play and leave the critiquing to your child’s teacher.  If you must say something negative, be constructive. Use your child’s teacher’s own words, such as “Miss Lori says to keep your eyes on your music.” It’s better for your child to progress slowly than to quit and lose everything he or she has learned.
 
6. Play creatively
I have never met a non-creative child; they do not exist. Some children are taught to ignore their creativity as they age and turn into self-labeled non-creatives. If you want your child to love music and therefore practice without complaint, they must learn to create their own music. We rarely give a child a piece of art and ask that child to replicate that art exactly, yet that is often the only way young musicians are taught. It is important for your child to be musically literate but make sure your child is not just a “paint-by-number” musician.

Challenge your musician to write their own endings to their assigned songs. Show your child a beautiful picture and ask them to write a melody that reflects that image. Is your child having a hard day? Ask them to channel that energy into their own song. Teach your child about musical themes. Who isn’t familiar with “The Imperial March” from Star Wars or Lois Lane’s theme from Superman? Encourage your composer to write their own themes for Pikachu, Minecraft, Minions, or even Elsa, she needs a new theme. This creative ownership will fuel your child’s passion for playing music.
 
7. Play frequently
I started teaching again last February and my son began taking formal lessons with me as well. Jameson was petrified of performing and begged me to never make him do it.  We had two keyboards in the studio, but no acoustic piano. Once we purchased our upright piano, we could not get our children away from it. Jameson plays at 5-10 minute increments throughout the day. He sounds out music that he loves, or songs that he is learning from school. He plays new songs and old song; he plays without being asked. Since he plays so frequently, he discovered that his muscle memory takes over and that helps him play without nerves. Jameson played for my studio recital in June and said it was the best part of the summer.

Unfortunately, I did not give Jameson any other performance opportunities during the summer months so when we visited family he was too self-conscious again to play for our extended family.  I encouraged him to give mini-recitals at home where he practiced being put on the spot and enjoyed the ensuing applause. Now, he plays for anyone. He plays for his friends, he puts on mini-talent-shows with my four-year-old daughter, he plays for grandma and grandpa via facetime, and he can hardly wait for the next recital in January.

Not every child will want to play music 20 times per day, but the goal is that they play more often. Learning an instrument is all about repetition and muscle-memory which is not only developed by the duration of play but the how often one plays.
 
8. Remember the why
Why did your child begin studying music? Was this your choice or his and hers? What is your motivation behind these lessons?
The why for me and my children is that art is restorative.  To recreate is to re-create. In order for people to be healthy and happy they must find meaning, purpose, and love in life. All three of those goals are developed within art and music. I want my children to be individuals who unleash their creative powers to change the world by changing their world first. Playing music encourages children to be sensitive and empathetic to the world around them. When I remember the why I can let go of the forgotten quarter-rest or un-curved fingers, then I may encourage my children to play with music, not just practice it.
 
What is your goal for your child as a musician/artist?
What would you add to this list?
What would you take away?


 

Sometimes, Jameson plays backwards

Other times, bunny plays

They play before leaving the house,
upon returning to the house,
before breakfast, after dinner,
and often fight over who gets to play first.
I love the constant cacophony.




 


 

Love is: 


1. Snuggling and sharing your valentine candy with your sister, even though you don't always get along


2.   not about me.
3.   a choice.
4.   working for something or someone outside of yourself.
5.   getting out of a bed flooded in daylight after hearing every ray of a moonlit cry from your feverishly ill children.
6.   crossing the sea to follow your love.
7.   leaving for work at 4 AM, driving for 3 1/2 hours, then working for 8 hours, driving for another 3 1/2 hours only to end the day washing dishes.
8.   a hatbox filled with hershey's kisses fitted with hand-written love-note flags.
9.   Saint Valentine, who married lovers who wished to be united against Roman law in spite of the risk of losing his head. 
10. a handmade construction-paper valentine.
11. answering a call from someone who needs your encouragement almost as much as you need to give it.
12. making a way for friends to have a much-needed date-night and even hiring the sitter.
13. forgiveness; even without an apology.
14. watching these two grow...




...as they remind me that love never fails

... to take your breath away



Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.  Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.  It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

Love never fails.

1 Corinthians 3:4-8A


What is love to you?

10 blessings of 2013 

1.  We moved again.  
This is our eighth location since moving to California in 2000, so moving may not sound like a blessing, but it is.   We are ecstatic that Jim has a job he enjoys and that we get to live in Camelot.  We took our photos at Mission San Juan Capistrano with Jack Randall Photography where "the sun is shining, the grass is green, and the orange and palm-trees swing." I am beginning to understand what Irving Berlin felt when he wrote White Christmas.
 

2.  Our children are adorable. 
Giselle has the flu right now and is singing away in our bed at this late-hour.  Jameson wanted to sleep next to his sister, as he was worried about her.  I cannot ask for a bigger blessing than two beautiful, gregarious, precocious, intelligent, caring, gifts from God.


3.  Jameson continues studying Mandarin.
When we told our Ayi that we were moving back to the States from China, her biggest regret was that Jameson would forget all that she had taught him.  We are so blessed to have found a Mandarin school for Jameson to attend here in Orange County.  Jameson adores his teacher and I love learning alongside my child as we do our homework together.  I also began teaching Jameson piano lessons as he wants to play the trumpet someday.   Thanks to learning Chinese and my constant singing, or perhaps the fact this his great, great, great, great, great, great-Grandfather is Orlando Gibbons, he has fabulous ear, and picks up melodies quite easily.  Jameson says he wants to be an engineer when he grows up.  He constantly creates new designs in his head and loves to build with Legos, blocks, paper, or anything that is not nailed down.




4.  Giselle sings constantly.
She is either singing, or using some other part of her vocal capacity (wink, wink!)  I am amazed at her capacity to learn new songs. If Giselle is not vocalizing, she is dancing, kicking a pink soccer-ball, or she is "doing it 'self."  I love this independent little angel.



5. Jim is a world-famous engineer.
He won't say it, but I will! The San Francisco Bay Bridge opened this September, and you will find a picture of my husband hanging at the Bay Bridge grand opening warehouse.  Being a part of building this historical bridge in China is a blessing we will never forget.



6.  Giselle fell out the second-story window. 
How could I ever call this a blessing?  Because my daughter is a living, breathing, walking, singing, miracle.  On our third day in our new house, I left the two kids in Jameson's room for a moment to use the restroom.  They were looking through boxes of books and I left for two minutes, or less.  I did not notice that Jameson had opened a window, nor did I know he was able to unlock the window, and that the window was very low.  Giselle climbed up into the window and pushed through the screen.  Miraculously, she escaped with only a minor fracture to her left-middle finger.  I now have locks on all of our upstairs windows and look at Jameson's window with gratitude for a God who protected her when I was exhausted beyond belief.  I cried for weeks, but now understand more than ever that in my weakness, God is strong.

7.  I completed the Yak Academy Chinese Children's Album.
In the midst of our move to Orange County, somehow I eked out a few hours each night to spend in the studio arranging Yak Songs for the San Diego Yak Academy.  This was a great learning experience, and gave me the opportunity to become more autonomous in the studio.

8.  Our music studio is our hideout.
When the children are nestled, all snug in their beds, the laundry is finished (or at least started), the dishes are done, the bills are paid, and the house no longer looks like an atomic bomb recently exploded, I escape into the studio.  I love this space.  Aside from the Yak Songs, I continue to plug away at the Lullaworld Children's album, and have composed three soundtracks for Available Light, a video production company in Shanghai.   I cannot believe I get to use these tools and create every day.  Please enjoy listening to a few tracks I've added to my web-site or visit https://soundcloud.com/lori-renee-kelley-devey

9. Jim is my secret weapon.
With each track I complete, Jim spends hours automatic, mixing, and mastering.  Jim is my editor when I get stuck, and he adds beautifully creative elements to each track.  I love how our little home-studio is set-up and I am so grateful to have married a man who shares my passion for creating beautiful and unique music.

10.  We love our lives.
We are not perfect (see #6), but we could not be happier.  We adore attending Saddleback Church in Lake Forest, and hope to stay in Orange County long enough for Jameson to live in one location for more than 18 months.  If I had to sum up 2013 in one word, it would be "blessed."  We are blessed exceedingly above all that we ask or could ever imagine.

For me, gratitude is like gravity, it always keeps me grounded.  May you find many reasons to be grateful during this Christmas season and all throughout the year!   

"Now to Him who is able to do exceedingly abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that works in us, to Him be glory in the Church by Christ Jesus to all generations, forever and ever. Amen."
Ephesians 3:20-21
 

Beautifully Imperfect 

This post is about my real life. Recently my dear husband pointed out that I only post pictures of the beautiful things in my life and how that is not very realistic. He is right. I prefer to focus on the smallest beautiful thing I can find in every situation rather than see all of the imperfection and annoyances. I know there is a lot of idealism on facebook, instagram, and other social media, which is why I want to take a few moments to point out the imperfections of my crazy life. You will still see beauty, but not in a perfect way.

My day:
7:00 I wake up as soon as I hear anyone stirring and take a shower as quickly as possible. Next, I apply makeup in a way to distract from the dark circles under my eyes.
7:15 Jameson wanders into my bathroom and asks for five things for breakfasts including oatmeal, eggs, toast, yogurt and cereal. I tell him to choose, two.
7:15 I shuffle downstairs in an attempt to not fall down the stairs or break a toe, both of which I have done before.
7:15 I snuggle with Jamo for a bit then prepare the aforementioned two breakfasts. I also pack Jamo's snack for school and pack diaper bag with a snack for Giselle and myself.
7:30 Next, I prepare music to discuss with Jameson's Mandarin teacher regarding a recording project we are doing.
7:45 Giselle wakes up and is starving.
7:46 I snuggle with Giselle before changing her whilst she throws her first tantrum of the day, but the diaper must be changed as it is "ripe"
7:48 I Feed Giselle whilst cleaning up the kitchen, mind you, it is not clean, but it is cleaner.
8:00 It is time to brush teeth, and comb G&J’s hair, I skip brushing mine, as it just makes my hair huge.
8:10 I load the car for the day.
8:15 I put children in the car, Giselle throws another fit as I took her Joe's O's away just long enough to put her arm through the car-seat strap.
8:20 Then I realize that I have not eaten yet so I grab an apple and a cheesetick out of the snack bag.
8:40 We arrive at Jameson's Mandarin school early enough to consult with his teacher regarding the recording project, whilst Giselle throws fit #3 after throwing her entire container of Joe's O's on the floor. Thankfully Jamo's teacher provides her with another snack so I may finish discussing the music project.
9:10 Giselle and I make our way to the San Diego Zoo for a playdate with our Existence Church MOPS group. During the drive I consider how the past four months have been incredibly unsettling as we might be moving, but we don't know when and we don't know where. I am frustrated that I cannot make plans that are more than a month away.
9:20 I decide to give thanks to God for Jims job instead of worrying about where we will live.
9:30 We arrive at the San Diego Zoo where my friend Kim gets us in for free as I have already let my zoo pass expire, thinking we are moving. Thanks so much Kim!
10:00 Giselle eats breakfast #3 as we walk around the zoo, but no fits are in sight. In fact she clapped her hands when she saw where we were.
10:45 Then this cuteness happened



Crosby, Dawsy and Zella are too cool for school!
 

11:00 We eat an early lunch with our MOPS group, somehow Giselle is still capable of eating! Kim shares her sandwich with me as I forgot to bring food for myself again. Seriously, what would I do without friends?
11:20 I Realize I need at least 15 minutes just to get to my car and 25 minutes to get to jamo's school. We say goodbye and Giselle throws fit #4 because I did not give her any food in the car, how can she possibly still be hungry?
12:02 I am actually not the last parent to pick up my child, huzzah! But as soon as I arrive, I know something is wrong.
12:05 Jameson's teacher politely waits until all of the other children have left to tell me about Jameson's behavior that day. Now aside from hitting a little girl over the head with a balloon over a year ago, he has never been aggressive with anyone at school. His teacher informs me that Jameson punched one of his friends in the face, causing no damage, but scaring her greatly. He then proceeded to pinch another friend, and hit him again after that. I am completely shocked and aghast. We talk with Jameson for a while about the consequences of such behavior and how to cope with feelings of anger. I remind myself how to cope with feelings of anger too!
12:15 I drive home while realizing that the front brakes on our 10-year-old Subaru are making a strange noise and will probably need to be replaced soon.
12:30 We arrive home with two tired kiddos who wait in the car in the driveway whilst I empty the car, as our garage door broke last week and will not be fixed until Saturday.
12:35 Jameson and I discuss the consequences for his actions with daddy over the phone and take away privileges accordingly.
12:45 Giselle is working on fit #4 I think, and Jamo is melting down as well, so we begin our naptime routine.
1:00 Both kiddos are in bed, and Jamo is still a bit distraught.
1:10 I read a bit of "The Highly Sensitive Child" as I am a bit distraught as well, so decide to write this blog as therapy.
1:20 As I upload photos and log into web-site I discover that my account is about to expire.
1:25 Then,I try to pay for 6 months of bandzoogle when my credit card is declined.
1:30 Whilst I log onto visa site to see what is wrong when I receive a fraud prevention call from my credit card.
1:35 I can finally log into web-site and write this blog.
2:00 I realize I have nothing prepared for dinner, but the avocados are ripe, so chef’s salad with chicken and avocados it is for dinner.
2:30 Complete this posting before the kiddos wake up.

Ok, I could go on and on ‘til my day ends around midnight, but you get the point. That is if anyone is still reading, ha! My point is that I could focus on the negative things in my life, such as:
1. We have no idea when and where we are moving.
2. Our garage door is broken (FWP)
3. My 22 month old throws approximately 10 massive fits per day and needs a huge amount of patience.
4. My 4 year old was very aggressive at school today.
5. My brakes need to be fixed.
6. I look and feel exhausted.
7. I sacrifice keeping my house perfectly clean, to spend time practicing and working on two recording projects.
8. I wake up every morning in so much pain I am nauseous and dizzy.
9. We cannot currently afford any babysitting so I am always with the kiddos.
10. My bathroom currently looks like this as I have not cleaned up from the morning and am letting the bathtub soak in bleach as Giselle went poo in it yesterday.

 

Or, I could focus on beautiful things.

 


She is singing "Head, shoulders, knees, and toes"
and showing us her toes

My hope is that if you see a post on the internet where someone seems to have the perfect life, please remember that I am not one of those people. My life is beautifully imperfect.


Merry and Bright 


 
Jameson is 4 and a half years old, and yes that half year is very important. He continues his studies in Mandarin at Yak Academy three days a week while I home-school his English portion of preschool. Jamesons love of cars, trains, buses, and any sort of transportation continues and he is always full of silly faces and a snuggle for his sister, mom, and dad. Riding his bike, talking, singing, reading, laughing, and making stinkies are some of Jamo's favorite activities.

 
 Giselle is 19 months old and going on 5. She has absolutely no idea that she is not Jameson's age therefore she does everything he does. Reading, singing, and riding her bike are some of Zella's favorite things to do. She adores dogs, cats, pianos, cars and her big brother.  There is no obstacle to great for this little one to overcome, she is one of the most determined children I have ever met and I love her for it!




Jim works as an Engineer for Caltrop and enjoys surfing, playing guitiar and recording original music in our studio during his freetime, or all 10 minutes of free time each day. Although he has been required to work more than usual this past month, we are happy to have him home most weekends and by dinner each night. As many of you know, that is not a luxury we have always had.




I am currently a stay-at-home mom and I love planning weekly playdates with fellow moms and spending nearly every waking moment with my children. I just began working on two new recording projects in my spare time, again all 10 minutes of it. One project is a recording of Mandarin songs for Yak Academy and the other is a children's world album called "Lullaworld." I appreciate staying home with my children while also having the ability to create music such as this and look forward to seeing how these two projects progress.




Life is beautiful and soporific, a constant tango and simultaneous lullaby. Living in San Diego with these little ones, we cannot help but to be merry and bright. This year we enjoyed a trip to visit family and friends in Oregon and Seattle this summer and several trips to Disneyland, Legoland, Seaworld and the San Diego Zoo. Our year was a rather a quiet one compared to the previous two years of our lives, but sometimes quiet is good.




As we consider this Christmas season, I am reminded of the selfless act our God made when he sent his only son to this broken world. I must say that if someone ever asked to give up either of my children for anyone or anything, I would find it quite impossible. I am not God, and that is a good thing. I am awestruck by how the Prince of Peace made His way to save the world as an impoverished baby who grew into a despised and rejected man. At least that is how He was described in the Bible.  But I imagine he was only despised by those who failed to look into His eyes where they would find he held both the love and the power of the entire universe.



May your days be Merry and your life be bright as you see the hope and joy of the world
through the eyes of a child.
Merry Christmas to all!

Prose





Poetic Musings
& Lyrics by Lori

"You"

I have dreamed of none apart fromYou.
I have loved no other one but You

Sell me nothing, tell me something real,
Hope in one thing, no one can appeal,

I have dreamed of none apart fromYou.
I have loved no other one but You

What defines you, who has made you real
How much has somebody paid for you?

Say good night,
And say a prayer,
And sing a quiet love song to You

L ~ © 5/8/09

“Worth”

Life is simple, sweet and soporific.
Nights are long, lucid and languid.
Days are hopeful, humble and humorous.

Weeks creap by.
Months sneak on.
Years... since we began to imagine you.

Smiles, giggles, coos spur you on.
Love is lucious
Worth dying for.
Worth living forever more.
L ~ © 9/2/08

“Aria Here”

Last night I lived a dream
A day in your life.
You played the moonbeam,
I lived in your light.
But, you needed one thing-
The melody of my motherly love.

So I will be the aria here,
I'll never let you go, 
Or let you know my fear.
Then you will sing the aria dear.
Then you will let me know, 
To tell me that you're here.
I want you dear.
I want you here. 

L ~ © 1/1/08


“Open”

How may I find a reason, 
To bring another life
Into a world of treason 
And never-ending strife? 

But in this co-creation 
I dare to say we’ll find
Ethereal elation, 
Delighting in a child.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason
There is no one I want more
You’re my desire.

If happiness became me 
And hope was in the soul
Of scientific alchemy, 
Surprised by man-made joy.
But beauty is not rational, 
Though darkness holds the reigns
Of sentimental fossils 
Who hold the earth’s terrain.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason 
There is no one I want more
You’re my desire.

So breathe another breath of life, 
Perhaps it is my choice.
Now I give it back to you, 
The dream of my own voice.

I’ve opened the windows
Closed every door
Inside of reason 
There is no one I want more 
You’re my desire. 

L ~ © 9/29/07


“Glide”

Why don’t you take the time 
To see what’s yours and mine?
The quest for the implausible.
Then settle down inside 
That fragile flower you’ve learned to hide

Say you will remain there.
Say you won’t forget me.
After all you’ve been through
The stars will realign as they glide.
They glide into the light.

Why don’t you choose to run 
With madness through the sun?
To laugh at the impossible.
Then let the answers go 
When questions that you know arise.

Say you will remain there.
Say you won’t regret me.
After all you’ve been through
The stars will realign as they glide.
They glide into the light. 

L ~ © 9/21/07


“Leaves”

My favorite color should be green.
Through frosty winter obstacles
It brings the verdure 
Back into the trees.
As though it never leaves.

What are the colors of the sea?
With ever-changing blue and gray
Reluctantly submitting 
Back to green.
As though it never leaves.

But black and white 
With shades of red You see.
Though black and white
With shades of gray may be
The red You shed 
Was meant to cover all of me.
You will never leave.

What are the colors of the earth?
It’s terra-cotta iron dust
That peaks until the mountains 
Thrust to thee.
As though it never leaves.

But how may I extract Your likeness
Without using dark and brightness?
Chiaroscuro is lost, 
Though You will never leave. 

L ~ © 7/22/07


“Changed”

Lately I’ve been looking for
Something less and nothing more.
Now I see that, 
Now I know I’ve 
Changed, changed, changed.

It started with a mustard seed,
Then I think I forgot to feed it. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed.

So I plead with tomatoes 
And the flowered plants
“I’ve given you water, 
Won’t you give me a chance?
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.”

And I look in the mirror, 
But I cannot see.
The child that’s inside 
Looking back at me
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.

I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed.

Lately I’ve been looking back.
Bending time like a railroad track. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed. 

It started with a photograph
The ugly duckling can finally laugh. 
Now I see that,
Now I know I’ve
Changed, changed, changed. 

So I look in the mirror, 
But I cannot see.
The child that’s inside 
Looking back at me
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed. 

And I plead with tomatoes 
And the flowered plants
“I’ve given you water, 
Won’t you give me a chance?
‘Cause I’ve changed, changed.”

I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed, 
I’ve changed. 

Lately I’ve been looking for
Something less and nothing more.

L ~ © 6/29/07



"Solace by the Sea" 

I’m astounded,
And astonished
To be surrounded
By the Solace of the Sea

With the infinite horizon,
So redolent of brine.
And the emerald illusions,
In phosphorescent time.

The hush is roaring,
Crashing into peace.
The scent alluring,
Remaining out of reach.

I will go,
Then I will stay
The current summons me away.
Cacophony will fade indeed,
When there’s Solace by the Sea 

L ~ © 6/27/07


"Be Long"

“Take my life now”
How often I have said this to you 
In the press of time.
“Take my will now”
I’m lost until your Kingdom 
Finally will come, 
And it will become

All you’ve said
All that you have promised us
So shaken by the Earth, 
That I must

Keep waiting, keep loving, 
Keep standing, 
Wait for your return. 
You won’t be long.
Keep hearing, keep burning, 
Keep watching, 
Wait for you and learn. 
You won’t be long.

Send your sorrows
To journey, ‘till they travel 
To the end from left and right
Send your blessings
To meet you in that place prepared 
Beyond the reach of time.

All you’ve said
All that you have promised us
The season is at dusk so I must.

Keep waiting, keep loving,
Keep standing,
Wait for your return.
You won’t be long.
Keep hearing, keep burning,
Keep watching,
Wait for you and learn.
You won’t be long. 

Though I don’t belong.
You won’t be long. 
You won’t be Long!

L ~ © 5/15/07


“Where The Wind Blows”


Don’t take your dreams too far
Don’t take your life so seriously
It has led you well so far.

Do take the quiet road
Let it bend your path 
So mysteriously
In the depth of who you are.

Who you are?
When you’re aiming way to far
Beyond the scope 
And beauty of your earthly star, 
Your perspective will be there
If you will learn to dance the air.

It will take you where the wind blows.
Oh, the wind blows.
Let it tell you where the wind blows.
Oh the wind blows.

Don’t take your love too far
Don’t push your heart so furiously
It’s the wellspring of your life.

Do take a risk or two
Let is shape your heart, 
Put your fear at ease
Lose control to win the war 

Win the war?
When you’re aiming way to far
Beyond the scope
And beauty of your earthly star,
Your perspective will be there
If you will learn to dance the air.

Throw your caution 
Where the wind blows
Oh the wind blows.
Let it lead you where the wind blows.

L ~ © 1/31/07




“Refiner’s Touch”

Once:      
was rough, 

Now:       
smooth and pliable. 

Broken :  
doors & barriers of bronze, 

So:          
subtle in their placement

Breaking: 
through the iron bars 

That: 
soon become compliant.

Hidden: 
in a buried chest 

Which: 
darkness seems to own. 

Treasures:  
live and are revealed 

In:
hearts that have been torn.

I have seen this very thing
A miracle to behold.
Experience can always tell
What words can never own.

He calls us here, 
By name, 
Each one.
Hear Him if you may.
Rejection isn’t shame to Him,
But a portal to His reign.

L ~ © 1/29/07
Isaiah 45:2-3


"Stay"

I followed September
On a horse drawn carriage 
Through a quiet town
‘Till I wondered
Why your shiny white armor 
Seemed to luster down.
Then I found a little tenderness 
In the gentle drops of pain
To recognize our differences 
Regardless of the claim.

And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay.
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep,
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep.
And you stay 
To breathe the flame.


I followed the lumber
Through a willow winding pass 
On a switch back lane
I would ponder how my glowing bride 
Would never be the same.
Then I found a little gentleness 
In the steady drops of pain
To reconcile our differences 
Regardless of the claim.


And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay.
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep,
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep.
And you stay 
To breathe the flame.


Sufficiency is enough for me 
As the snowy blanket falls
And the grace that dares to cover me, 
Destroys my wherewithal.


And I stay, 
Then you stay,
Though I storm, 
You stay
Then I stir, 
‘Till I steep, 
Then I cry 
‘Till I weep
And you stay 
To be the flame. 

L ~  © 12/15/2006




“Closer”

I’m not afraid
I’m not alone
You won’t find me wading 
In that ebb and flow
Of the tide that’s coming round
I will surmise
I will endure, 
If thy will will leave 
Me waiting by the phone
Or waiting by your side.

I’m broken, 
But not shattered
I’m crying, 
Through my laughter
I have waited far to long to
Pass the higher road 
That takes me

Closer to the Father, 
Son
Closer to the spirit 
And the Holy One
Closer to the Father, 
Son 

I am loving, 
I am leaning, 
I am learning to be closer,
I wanna be closer, 
Make me closer, 
I wanna be closer, 

Closer…


I’m not enraged
I’m not alarmed
Though my days 
Are rushing past 
my own control
Through the sand 
we know as time.
I recognize
I sympathize, 
With those who serve 
The relentless hourglass
With a chronograph as God. 

I’m broken,
But not shattered
I’m crying,
Through my laughter
I have waited far to long to
Pass the higher road
That takes me

Closer to the Father,
Son
Closer to the spirit
And the Holy One
Closer to the Father,
Son

I am loving,
I am leaning,
I am learning to be closer,
I wanna be closer,
Make me closer,
I wanna be closer,

Closer…


L ~ © 12/8/06





"Time Telling"


Broken, of pieces in a telling dream

Of time, missing beats of consistent Metronomes.

Time
telling the days of your,

Telling old tales of previous followers

Old
records reiterate successful discipleship

Records reap a harvest of new souls who

Reap
miracles in the most forsaken land.

Miracles bring new life to endless strife, that

Brings
hope to all who near, The

Hope endures through the thick and thin of fanning, a spark

Endures
the warmth of a sure-footed mission, of

The savior, whose custom fit plan measures not what the 

Savior
gives each faithful child, but to

Give safety for danger & Joy for Fear.  As

Safety
permits freedom in the services of He who 

Permits joy, lacking no good thing.  Therefore,

Joy
invites a welcome guest this Christmastide.  Christ

Invites Merry peace into each heart and mind.

Merry Christmatide

L ~ 12/8/06



“Need You, So”

I woke up this morning to dream my life
But, I could not get out of bed.
I waited for your autumn sunrise.
But I could not get out of my head.
No, I could not get out of my head.

I have already forgotten words 
that seemed so painful then.
My memory is put on hold, 
and the records have been lost and sold. 
Now I need you so

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.


My days of casting stones are gone
Along with writing in the sand.
They’ve been replaced by this introspection
On what should change in my own to hands.
On what should change in my own to hands.

I have already forgotten words 
that seemed so painful then.
My memory is put on hold, 
and the records have been lost and sold. 
Now I need you so

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.

No More selfish little prayers for health, 
success and the rest.
Just loving, through my restless tears, 
abounding in love and patience.
But, I can’t do it alone 
so I can’t prove it on my own. 
Now I need you so.

But it is harder by the minute to stand alone.
And the longer I am in it, the more I know.
That I need you, I need you so. 
Yes I need you, I need you so.

It’s harder by the minute to stand alone. 

L ~ © 10/11/06



“No Less”

I am no better than the rest. 
But I’m not afraid to share my pain.
I have known happiness, in jest. 
But you have taught me how to love the rain.
I’ve seen your grace put assunder 
All fear of life and death.
I’ve felt your love and your wonder 
And I will settle for no less.

I want to be with you, be with you.
I want nothing more or less.
I want to stay with you to honor you.
I will settle for no less.
I bless you, bless you Oh my Lord.
Bless you, bless you Oh lover of my soul.

I was forgiven of iniquity. 
Though I have fallen hard in darker days.
You were forsaken for my emnity. 
Now old things are past and gone away.
I’ve seen your grace put assunder 
All fear of life and death.
I’ve felt your love and your wonder 
and I will settle for no less.

I want to be with you, be with you.
I want nothing more or less.
I want to stay with you to honor you.
I will settle for no less. 
I bless you, bless you Oh my Lord.
Bless you, bless you Oh lover of my soul. 

L ~ © 9/1/06 


"Master Minded"

Master Minded prodigy dissipates
In early autumn snow.
If left without development
& tragedy to know.

Polishing the treacherous edge
Of talent vert
Requires equality & treachery
In all her genius heir.

Breaking down,
Strength must equal strength,
Plus one.
Then smooth it further through.
With laughter to lay it on
In the sun--with certain reflection.
In it's non-absorption.

This master-minded treachery
Surpasses ambiguity...
The master of the mind becomes
The servant of simplicity.

L ~ © 8/29/06



“Open Door”

Up until now, you had a lot of nothing.
You just can’t say how,
But you ran out of something.
And you call this your freedom, 
Your reason to live.
But, for more than a season, 
You’ve been longing to leave.

And the sign says “We’re Open” 
So you walk inside
And you grasp onto something 
That will keep you alive.
And you pray from the other side,
Looking back to the ocean 
That has kept you from this door.
And you ask yourself once more,
How long? 
How long? 
How long has this been open for?

Just passing through every other Sunday.
Paying my dues for a chance at Someday.
And you call this your freedom, 
Your reason to live.
But, for more than a season,
You’ve been longing to leave. 

And the sign says “We’re Open”
So you walk inside
And you grasp onto something
That will keep you alive.
And you pray from the other side,
Looking back to the ocean
That has kept you from this door.
And you ask yourself once more,
How long?
How long?
How long has this been open for? 

L ~ © 8/6/06



“Sleepless Smile”

Time is gauged but never captured
In the lacey fog of distance.
Shadows fade into the future 
Laughing at our vain resistance.

Every breath will to turn to vapor
Then ask the air to dance along.
Countless sighs enchant the whisper
With the harmonies of sacred song.

Hold him close,
Your perfect treasure.
Tiny toes,
Inspire the wonder.

The wonder of His love.
The mystery of time.
The beauty of the one.
Creator of the life.

The life that beams inside the eyes.
The eyes of a mother 
And her new-born child.
The author of the sleepless smile. 

L ~ © 6/3/06



“Artisan”

Father of Lights,
Great physician
Author of Life,
King of Heaven.

We know that you are the only One
Father, Spirit and precious Son.

The Majesty of Heaven
Was molded by the potter’s hand.
My God is an artisan.
We’re the work of the Potter’s hand,
and our God is an artisan.

Pieces of me
Are echoes of you.
Shaped and refined,
Then glazed with the truth.

We know that you are the only One
Father, Spirit and precious Son.

The Majesty of Heaven
Was molded by the potter’s hand.
My God is an artisan.
We’re the work of the Potter’s hand,
and our God is an artisan.

L ~ © 6/1/06 



"Ever More"

Find rest, O my soul,
In the shelter of the most high King.
Find comfort, O my heart,
In the safety of your gentle wing.
Find peace, O my mind,
In the stillness of your quiet place.
Find joy, O my strength,
In the foundry of your loves refining fire.

Keep seeking
Ever more.
Keep knocking
On the prayerful door.
Ever hopeful,
Ever faithful,
Ever loving,
Ever joyful,
Ever More.

L ~ © 5/11/06 



"Beautiful to Me"

If I could bless you here,
With humble offerings of my tears.
Though I’m naked and I’m poor beyond belief,
I will wait on you my dear.

You’re beautiful to me.
Your face is all I see.
& Yet I stand in awe,
In the presence of my Matchless King.
You’re beautiful to me.

Now I look into your light.
I take a glimpse of what’s inside.
The heavens declare just a ray of how your luminary light,
Shows the beauty of your face.

I will wait on you.
I will wait for you.
I will wait on you.
I will wait for you, on you, for you are…

You’re beautiful to me.
Your face is all I see.
& Yet I stand in awe,
In the presence of my Matchless King.
You’re beautiful to me.

I love you endlessly…
Father you’re beautiful to me.
Endlessly, beautiful to me.

© 5/1/06 ~ L 



“Return to Life”

O little ocean, you say you were a pond.
A sweet lagoon where lovers write their song.
But then you grew, into a raging sea of animosity.

O Rio Grande, you say you were a stream
A careless brook where lovers laugh and dream.
But, then you grew into a rushing river of your velocity.

You’re longing for the day, when we will learn.
You’re waiting so that we’ll return to Life.

O noble fir, you say you were a seed.
A tiny sprout that children learned to feed.
But, then you grew into a mighty arbor or anonymity.

O regal rose, you say you were a bud.
Tomorrow’s hope to those who vow their love.
But then you grew into a climbing vine of thorny vanity.

Você longing para o dia, quando nós aprenderemos.
Você está esperando de modo que nós retornemos à vida.

L ~ © 4/31/06 



"Rented Days"

Every thought
Each faculty
All movement is borrowed time.
Every feeling
Each solution
All drops of passion--'twas never mine.

Asking for just two-pence more
Adding to your endless fortune.
Leased endeavors reach the shore
with plundered sails in motion.

Countless breaths &
Endless days
Striving to extol your praise.
Helpless dreams
Create the thieves
To whom we sell our rented days.

The thought was never mine.

L ~ © 4/27/06 



"Pillared Fantasy"

Dusty shelves explain the notion
In busy lives of artistry.
Cobwebbed corners stand in place of
White-washed-pillared-fantasy.

Are we here yet?
Or are we there?
Too soon to tell the tale.
Softly I will slip inside
This garb of Man's success.
Quickly I will dash outside
to see my soul's duress.

Dusty books who cannot boast
of recent days perusal.
Cobwebbed tools contain the past
for which I aptly chose them.

Priorities are tossed about
Into a layered dish
Of candied nuts and glacé fruit,
whatever you should wish.

But, dusty shelves proclaim the motion
Of busy lives through artistry.
Though Cobwebbed corners stand in place of
White-washed-pillared-fantasy.

L ~ © 4/24/06



“Faithful”

I’m too tired, too cold to be left alone.
So this is love. Mmm
I’m too old and to afraid to be left without a song.
So this is time.

Lost in a dream inside my head.
Feeling lonely instead.
Suited for splendor, nothing less.
Beyond the whisper of a guess.

Somehow the shadow of who I can be.
Resounds in vapors that wash over me.
The highest of heights revealing your majesty.
‘Cause you’re faithful, So faithful.

It’s so far, so deep when you fall inside.
So this is hope. Mmm
Finding solace in the flaire, when the moon and stars colide.
So this is peace.

Not just a figment of reality
Nothing can separate your love from me.

I’ve been running for my life, for some time and a day.
Now, returning back again to magnify your grace.
I’m faithful, So faithful.
When I know I have nothing to loose, I lose myself in you.

L ~ © 3/28/06 



"Won Too"

One is far too few,
Won by true default.
Wonder will ensue
One-hit-blunders of the vault.

Too much to anticipate.
Too far left behind
To safely navigate
Two avenues unite.

Three is more than company
Trios don't subside
Three-dimension subterfuge,
Trinity holds the light.

For why should we calibrate
Fortresses of yore?
Forcibly eradicate,
Four beats in our folklore.

L ~ © 4/17/06



"Redefined"

Fear of loss
Filters through
The crevasse of the floor.
The attic proves
To be your place to hide.
Searching,
Seeking,
Farther still
Into a chest of hope.

It is here
You will find it,
Clutched in
Restless hands.
Ringing into
Water vapor,
Escaping grasps
Of time.

It is here,
Your hope.
My Savior's tear
With failure redefined.

L ~ © 3/22/06



"Desiderio Domini" 

I'm numb to thirst
numb to hunger
searching for Your signs
and wonders.

withdrawn
from life I navigate.
blind to what is said.
I long to sit and celebrate
in the Glory of my Lord.

Desiderio Domini
Desperate longing for my Maker.
Desiderio Domini
this too shall pass,
be over.

why feel discouragement
allowing truth to fall?
why so heavy laden?
His yoke is easy
His burden is small.

Desiderio Domini
Desperate weeping for my Savior.
Desiderio Domini
this too shall pass
be over.

L ~ © 2/13/06




"Above the Fall"

Take comfort in my strength,
Ignoring all temptation.
Take solace in my arms,
Your final destination.

The circumstantial evidence
Corraborates with mine.
To calibrate the innocense
In the purity of mind.

I am here beside you
Shedding tears along with you.
I offer you a better way
That's written in the call.
I give you strength with one request,
I ask that you will rise above the fall.

Rise up
Buttressed by the word of life,
The rejected cornerstone.
Stand tall,
Set apart as Holy unto the Lord.
I ask that you will rise above the fall.

L ~ © 2/9/06



"Spoken"

Speak to me,
My heart is open,
My mouth is closed.
Clarity
Is not a token for the road.

I need your word
to filter all the noise.
I need you.
I want your light
to echo
through the choice.
I want you.

I speak too much
But I say too little.
I ramble on
In my psychobabble.

Speak to me
Like wind,
Like fire.
Not my will
But yours be done.
Speak beyond
My own desire.
Take this cup
That is overun.

Speak to me.
I listen patiently. 

L ~ © 2/3/06






























 

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