I often visualize my life, and the possibilities of it.
It useally is a few picture images that burn from my mind into my heart.
Pictures of traveling with the one man who gets me, the man of my
dreams, and our little dog. Taking little adventures when we get time, just
spending days in the car talking as if we didn’t know every little thing about
each other, taking pictures at little monuments and obscurities that
towns are known for.
Pictures of sitting on the porch swing, bundled in a blanket. Him holding me close, and me; reading to him books or articles from the paper as we sip tea out of our favorite cups.
Pictures of slow dancing in the midnight air with the only sound being his voice in my ear humming a song and the faint gentle sound of breathing as it escapes our lips.
Pictures of a life with the most beautiful love that God can bless
someone with, pictures of a house, a home built with the love of Christ.
Pictures of a life that is always changing, always evolving, sometimes hard, and is a little messy at times, yet while always remaining beautiful through our love.
I picture this.
I picture my life.
I picture you & me.
“a picture of you, holdin’ a picture of me, in the pocket of my blue jeans.” Jolene - Ray Lamontagne
11:15 am
April 24, 2008
am i a troubled woman? am i a longing woman?
or maybe is it that i’m always thinking & longing for more and then can often appear troubled.
yes, i do believe that is the realization of this.
inside my heart is longing, or it is saddened, or it is waiting, or something of that nature. i have yet to discover the answer to which of these or any other adverb might be correct in pairing with my heart, but i believe i have settled on….longing. To long.
Longing.
Longing:
a strong, persistent desire or craving, esp. for something unattainable or distant
So i ask myself, what am i missing, what am i craving? what is unattainable? what is distant?
some answers shall never be spoken a loud….. or at all.
some answers are too real,
or too bold,
or too too much.
Its easier to push things away sometimes, like thoughts,
or longings,
or passions,
or TRUTH.
Mostly truth.
and thats what this is……the truth.
the truth a of a heart that is longing….
for much, much more.
i am longing for more.
think.
April 24, 2008
“Its been said the saddest thing a person will ever face is what might have been, But what if that person is faced with what was? or what may never? or what can no longer be? “
10:13am
April 16, 2008
I started my new nanny job yesterday. Gotta pay the bills while your making the art ya know.
At the beginning of it i just kept asking myself “what was i thinking?“, “what did i get myself into?” Im sure many people start new jobs like that, wondering if saying yes and committing to the work was such a great idea after all. But for me, it really was a great idea….i just didn’t know it yet.
The day started off with its normal routine for the family (i guess its normal, it was only my first day, but from the looks of it i could tell it happened everyday) of waking up and running around getting ready for the day. But as the morning went on it just seemed to escalate in to chaos.
The plumber was trying to fix somthing and so it was a constant turning on and off of the water while half of the family was taking showers, so as you can guess at some point that produced a child in their towel, soaking wet, in the kitchen waiting for the water to come on again. The home school teacher sitting waiting for the youngest boy to get out of the shower so they could start school, and the carpet cleaning people are telling everyone not to walk on the carpets in this particular part of the house, while the grandmother is chasing the dogs around, and the mothers personal assistant is setting up bottled water and fresh fruit platter and coffe and all the other fixings for the producers, directors and many other of the movie people whom i’m sure were very important, all of this while five dogs of all shapes and sizes prance around the house, what more right? It was a busy day for the family. But from what i gathered its always a busy day.
My job is to really just keep the 7 year old entertained, which is really no problem. I think seven is when you have the most active imagination and you feel the power to create nothing into a masterpiece. She really funny and tons of fun, and really wonderful actually. She has such a wonderful spirit. So i have a feeling the next three months are going to be a journey back to my child hood. And ill most likely end up being very tan because shes an out doorsy kinda girl……Hello Tennessee Summer! whew!
All of this while i’m writing and about to record for my new project. So i’m gonna have my hands full for sure. My tools to sanity are going to be: lots of coffee, quiet time, a joy ride now and again and great summer playlist of music.
This job is such a blessing to my life, its going to enable me to get things done that i’ve been needing to get done for sometime now. And so i couldn’t be happier that its actually gonna be fun as well.
So here’s to the next three months, quiet time, lots of coffee, great music, and a full summer.
wish me luck.
-K
ode to coffee
April 15, 2008
On days like these, i find that waking up is much easier when there’s coffee present.
As i emerged from underneath my blissfully warm covers this morning, a piercing bright sunlight attacked my eyes, in which were not ready for the days sunlight, beaming through with a vengence into the only window in my room with out any curtains. ( i really must fix that, if i continue hybernating in this place of residency.)
Throwing a pillow over my head in retaliation of this bright light, i lay there thinking for some reason it would go away, or die down, niether of which happend and i was forced to slink out of my bed. Errr.
The mudderd words “coffee” escaped my lips like a zombie, in a crackled, raspy voice, that i can assure you seems to never fail in making all woman appear more attractive at 7: 58 in the morning.
Alas, at the coffee pot i poured a cup and made my fixings with it, a little bit of cream usually does the trick. It graced my lips like a familiar lover. A sweet soft kiss of coffee, awakening my soul and rejuvinating my once unconcious body. With every sip a sense of home, and relief was bestowed upon me, merely waking me with every taste sensation from the cup. Its the best part of waking up. I believe someone has coined that phrase already, but its true.
Its a good day with a great cup of coffee.
here’s to the beginning…
April 15, 2008
Well here i am, the beginning of the journey….
Well i suppose this is just another section of the journey really. There are always many sections to life and and many journeys and i feel as if this is yet another beginning of an even greater section of life.
I should start by indroducing myself, My name is Katherine Mez. I am an artist. I am a musician. I am a bit of everything i suppose. But music is my passion, my love, my forte if you will.
It’s what i do. You can check it out ( www.myspace.com/katherinemez ) There is alot of new things in the works with my music, i am writing and working with some really great people, people who it seems have been brought to me by the grace of the Lord himself, from the loveliness of heaven. Within the next few months ill be working on a brand new project (finally) with some AMAZING & TALENTED friends of mine Andrew Stonestreet, Daniel Dixon, and my good friend Daley Hake (daleyhake.com). I’ve been writing alot with the talented musician, song writer, producer extraordinaire Jeddy James, he is a genius. And soon to be writing and arranging with Mr. Hake.
And soon enough a brand new project from yours truly will be released for all to listen.
I am more then excited for this, its been a long time coming. I cant’ wait.
Well its been a pleasure,
-K
