August 25, 2009
Blue Grass Testimony, ME News, Vol 2, Issue 34
The appropriate level of Vitamin D has indeed changed some things.
A lot of people have noticed the difference in me. I notice the difference in me.
I’ve been told I’m more animated, glowing. I know I look healthier. I know I feel more alert. My attitude has rather positively been adjusted. It’s still a little strange to feel general euphoria for no real reason. Nothing has changed, except that my physically being well has given my brain the chance to regroup.
I see vibrant colors. Not that I didn’t see colors before, but there’s an eerie comparative line that can be drawn to allergy medication commercials where the dull film is peeled away, and the life-scene comes in to sharper focus. I’ve driven through Kentucky and Tennessee four times in the last three years, and although I appreciated the beauty of the landscape then, I was completely overwhelmed this time. Awed. And humbled, and scared of where I had been: disturbed that I had been so unaware that I wasn’t seeing things correctly.
I’ve moved beyond the tunnel vision of survival, merely moving one foot in front of the other, purposefully not looking back. Now that I have also regained my peripheral vision, I have found that there are people there -- ones who have been waiting with extraordinary patience. I’m astounded by the three-dimensional colors of love. Not the flowery romantic kind, but the unconditional acceptance kind.
So, what does all this have to do with Bluegrass Music?
From the notes of Marc Pruett’s band at the Fiddlin’ Pig in Asheville, NC to The Holy Mountain Boys gospel quartet at Cole UMC, Yale, MI, I traversed one week and one day, and 692 miles, to receive one repetitive message:
Share your testimony, and pray that it is received with joy.
How can I ensure that when I do share, it is observed as testimony and not as preaching?
I am not equipped to preach, because I cannot teach what I do not know.
My desire is to spark interest, cause investigation, allow self-discovery, and offer support.
Many times, although it may seem like I am writing specifically for you, I am merely offering an experience, seeking feedback, and in a way, very much self-testifying.
So, I hope you understand how important you are to me.
How grateful I am that you allow me to pass on my experiential thoughts, testifying on behalf of GOD’s works, pulling them into focus, and bringing us all together.
In this issue: Testimony, Peripheral Vision, Bluegrass, Religious Experiences & Yoga Breathing.
Now posted: I Cry, Poetry 2009
Posted by jaselin at August 25, 2009 12:54 PM