12 August 2008 - A blog in two parts
Today has thus far proven to be beautiful (in the U2 sense of the word). I am proud of my body for being able to allow me slumber last night. Having pulled an all-nighter on Sunday, finishing up an edit for Integrity Records, I feared that I would get sucked back into the insomniac routine that my body goes into when I work too much. I sometimes need to have a discussion with said body and promise it that I will not be torturing it so with little or no sleep. As soon as I awoke I stepped out to breathe in semi-fresh air and thank God that I am now in Nashville, experiencing non-humid 77 degree weather in August (As opposed to sucking wind in Phoenix dealing with 118 degree mornings - but it’s a dry heat… pssh). I haven’t had a reflective morning to myself in a while, it has been good to take time for that today. Continue reading ‘Tuesdays with Cory’
This is the blog that never ends…
I am writing you tonight from Phoenix, Arizona. It is around 11pm and I am sitting on the back deck of a family friend’s house. There is a strong breeze blowing across the trees and for the most part it’s rather quiet, aside from the wind and a stray car. My companion this late June evening is a giant dog named Wallace. He continues to run in the yard chasing the wind for about 30 seconds then returns to my side to lather my leg with spit and make sure that I know he is still there. I have been blessed tonight with one of my favourite things about the valley, the smell of desert rain. There is nothing like it. It is a sweet mixture; 1 part dirty earthiness 2 parts freshness. They say we will be getting a downpour at some point this evening. Which tickles me a bit. After 6 full days here experiencing 110 degree plus temperatures every day. I finally may get to experience desert rain again just hours before I leave. It’s a bit like my life really. Years of dry hot desert air before a beautiful thunderstorm and an onslaught of rain. I’ve yet to experience a refreshing rainstorm in my life. But I know it’s somewhere out there (beneath the pale moonlight). Knowing that reaping what I sow will eventually arrive is what keeps me going; keeps me giving all of my pursuits one hundred percent (or 110% if you are overly –enthusiastic). That and staying around for my family is what keeps me breathing. Continue reading ‘Music, Love & Loss.’
