Laying it all on the line

I’ve come to realize that I don’t like asking for help. I don’t like asking for things in general.

I’m independent like that.

So this Kickstarter Fundraiser has been a huge thing for me.

I guess I should give a little background for you.

If you’ve followed my blog  for a while, you’ll know that 3 of my best friends took a 3 month journey across the country, calling it “Further Along The Road“. When they traveled, they took an iPhone 4S and a GoPro and filmed their journey. Well, then they came back, and we began watching clips. It’s taken a long time, but we’ve finally finished watching clips. And then we ran into a problem. Continue reading

The Old Blue Chair

“There’s a blue rockin’ chair,

sittin’ in the sand.

Weathered by the storms,

and well oiled hands.

It sways back and forth,

with the help of the winds.

Seems to always be there,

like an ol’ trusted friend.

 

I’ve read a lot of books, wrote a few songs.

Looked at my life, where it’s goin’, where it’s gone.

I’ve seen the world, through a bus windshield.

But nothing compares,

to the way that I see it,

to the way that I see it,

to the way that I see it,

when I sit in that Old Blue Chair.

 

From that chair I’ve caught

a few fish and some rays,

and I’ve watched boats sail,

in and out of Cinnamon Bay.

I let go of a lover,

that took a piece of my heart.

Prayed many times for forgiveness,

and a brand new start.

 

That chair was my bed one New Year’s night,

when I passed out from too much Malibu and diet,

and I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites. I swear.

Got ’em all sittin’ right there, in the Old Blue Chair.

 

There’s a blue rockin’ chair,

sittin’ in the sand.

Weathered by the storms,

and well oiled hands.”

~ “Old Blue Chair” By Kenny Chesney

I know many people don’t like country music, but I love country. I was listening to this song a while ago, and I thought to my self “wow, this song is so cool, it speaks to such an important idea” it speaks to the idea of an Old Blue Chair, that is, it speaks to having a place of solitude. You see, we all need to have an Old Blue Chair of our own somewhere. A place where we can sit and think. I love the lines from the chorus: I’ve read a lot of books, wrote a few songs. Looked at my life, where it’s goin’, where it’s gone. I’ve seen the world, through a bus windshield. But nothing compares, to the way that I see it, when I sit in that Old Blue Chair.”  And that is the idea I love of the Old Blue Chair, it is that place where when the world gets us down, when we need to re-evaluate our life, when we need to see the world differently we can go to.

So here is my question to you, do you have an Old Blue Chair somewhere? Do you have a place to go when the world is just more than you can take? At Devil’s Den in Gettysburg, there is a rock I called Pride Rock because it looked like Pride Rock from The Lion King. For the year that I was out there in Gettysburg Master’s Commission, that was my Old Blue Chair. When I had to just go and think and look at life, I would climb out there. It was a great spot because it was around people, but very few ever ventured out that far to climb, and the few that did were very respectful of my space. That was where I would go to pray, to work, to read, and sometime to just goof off. I want to encourage you guys to go and find/create our own Old Blue Chair somewhere. Maybe you are saying to yourself “but I don’t have anywhere I can go”, sometime just a corner of a room works, just a space set aside for prayer, or maybe you go walk a path at a park, or the track at school, or something like that, be creative, there are many Old Blue Chairs out there, you just have to look for them.