When death comes.

today.

march 5.

Overall, a good day.  I recorded a few songs to entertain myself before I went to east side to help with the youth retreat.  I posted one at myspace.com/jessieeskew.  It is a  Britney Spears original...  =]

Newest music obsession:  

Johnny Flynn

I have been thinking a lot lately about life and purpose, which is a regular occurrence, just more concentrated lately.  In attempts to become more focused and realize myself, I deleted facebook--too much of a distraction.  

Although I am not yet sure what I want out of life, I know what I do not want.  I think Mary Oliver puts it best with her poem, When Death Comes:

"When death comes

like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measles-pox;

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering:

what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth

tending as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it is over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.

I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world."

soundtrack:  people lead by ben harper