I went to an Ascend the Hill concert the other night. If you don't listen to them, you should. My friend Kevin captured them with this phrase: "their music just fills everything." It's a very all-encompassing noise. It feels like you are listening to the heart of God. The concert was somewhere in South Jersey in a tiny church off of this back road. There were maybe twenty other Christian hipsters there. We just chilled and listened. It really frustrated me that I was so exhausted, because I was having trouble paying attention and listening to what I felt God was trying to say to me. I kept grasping at something and kept losing hold of it. I gave up eventually. I kept slipping in and out of sleep, just sitting there on a pew in the dark. The music was beautiful.
Last night I was watching The Young Victoria. There's this one scene the day after Victoria and her man (I forgot his name!) are married. He turns her and says, "hello, wife." I started crying. It was very weird. I'm not sure what about that touched me. I turned the movie off.
I cooked with my mother today. I learned to make a roux and failed at biscuits. I also went on a walk with my brother Elijah. He was very talkative. I've been generally enjoying the peace. I forgot how quiet my house can be sometimes, so I put on music so I don't get creeped out. It was so weird to take a bath, too. And to eat cereal.
Til later.