Marty Simpson is coming to Life Park Christian Fellowship on Friday, September 19, 2014 and because we want everyone to come who can, we are offering tickets up for a special discount price of $5 each. You can click on the above photo to order tickets or you can buy them at the door. All seats are general admission and tickets are sold on a first come first serve basis.
And now for something completely different.
Music Can Dance if you let it.
“So, tell me about yourself”
doesn’t sound quite right
when the person speaking
is in the middle
of a pelvic exam.
My pelvic exam.
What am I supposed to say to that?
“Well doc, this time last year
you took my uterus
out through my hoo ha
and named it Fergus,
You know more
about me than I do.”
Would you have shot milk
from your nose
if I’d allowed myself to say
what I was thinking
instead of the tired
and rehearsed answer
that I always give
Mom, Wife, Daughter,
and nothing else.
Years of training
Keep me from saying
what I really want.
The contrast between being
without knowing the freedom
of emotional vulnerability
does not escape me.
Music can dance if you let it
But it will be another four years
before I have the courage
to let it find me.
All rights reserved: Deana O’Hara, CRC Publishing 2014
Okay, while it’s true yours truly was challenged and chose to donate instead – people have really gotten creative with this whole Icebucket challenge thing. I wouldn’t have the nerve to do what this guy did – love my banjo too much, I’d be afraid of ruining it. Still, I cannot believe he managed to play Foggy Mountain Breakdown the WHOLE time! Wow.
I forgot to hit publish on this. It was meant for yesterday –
I’ve been telling you guys that I’m married to a musician and I am. This is my husband Jeff on guitar and our great friend Travis practicing The Hammer Holds by Bebo Norman in our living room.
They are part of a worship team called Zion’s Fire and they lead worship twice a month at Ablaze Church in Broken Arrow, OK
I get concerts like this all the time. I love it.
Oh and I’ve been married to that awesome guitar player for 24 years as of yesterday.
I’m not one for celebrity, so I have no idea why Robin’s death impacted me so hard. Maybe it’s because I’ve been depressed before, maybe it’s because I do comedy for a living. I don’t know. I just know that I grew up watching this man, loving every minute of it. He was part of my childhood, my young adulthood, and my kid’s lives (think Aladdin and Hook). He’s even part of me now as I find the courage to make people laugh. I would give anything for his spontaneity and talent.
My favorite memory involving Robin is when I was 13. We didn’t have cable so of course my mother had never seen his real stand up. We were at Sears N Robuck and I saw his album Reality What a Concept. I begged my mother to buy it for me for my birthday. She looked at it, though Oh It’s that Mork guy – sure you can have it.
We listened to it, I laughed at the funny voices, Mom laughed at all of the jokes that went over my head and she took it away from me until I was 18.
This is a beautiful tribute. It’s only just over a minute long — I love the words.
One of my comedy heroes committed suicide yesterday. I’m still in shock. There have been great conversations regarding depression. People are opening up and sharing. I think this adds to the conversation. Hope you enjoy it. Peace and Love.
Originally posted on millinery:
I must confess something to you. It may come as a shock in light of my 172 posts over the past 14 months of blogging. My husband would deny it, but it’s the truth: Sometimes I am at a loss for words.
I’ll grant you, it’s not often, but I came across a list on line a year that left me speechless for some time. It was a compilation of actual quotes from loved ones and well meaning folks toward their depressed friend or family member. One quote literally referred to finding a prostitute as a solution! I just sat there thinking….
So after a year of not having anything to say, I now feel compelled to speak on behalf of thousands of wonderful people who battle depression. I see them in my office and I watch them try so hard to figure out why, oh why can’t they…
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