Thursday, February 17, 2005

Make a Joyful Noise

I've heard about this book "The Prophet" by Kahlil Gibran, almost every week for the last few weeks, my sister, reading entries on other's journals, and looking through the internet, I was first drawn to his artwork on a website. Well I guess it's high time I get the book and read, because sometimes you know your supposed to read something, but your just holding off, guess that's what I've been doing. I went on another one of my breathtaking runs last night which was beautiful as the other day. I'm starting to look forward to my runs each day, which is good, because when I first started back I was dreading them each day. Mike's been a little under the weather or not really feeling himself. Hope he gets to feeling better soon. I started thinking of another thing while I run, I havn't got me one of those new mini ipods yet, but I am, so lately with all the beauty surrounding me, I start singing, sometimes loud, sometimes to myself. It's funny, I'm not sure what comes over me, I've done this since I was young, I remember my Papa laughing at me because when I used to mow their grass on Saturdays, he'd always say he could hear me singing over the lawnmower, and that lawnmower was loud. The songs I know by heart are songs I learned in church when I was little, so here I am singing praises as I run, I feel good too, it may not sound that good to a passerby, but I think someone up there likes it. Sometimes when I draw, sometimes when I write, sometimes when I run, sometimes when I sing, this feeling comes over me, those goosebump feelings intermingled with something, gratitude I guess. When I'm sad sometimes I try and sing to myself in my head too, sometimes it cheers me up. I remember this song I sang as a special to my whole 4th, 5th, and 6th grade class, called "Make a Joyful Noise". I loved singing when I was young, I think I had a pretty good voice but when my voice changed, I didn't sound as good. I did better with groups, I did sing in college in the "Show Choir", and sang at the Crystal Pistol in Six Flags in Atlanta, Ga, where when I bent down on one knee to sing my part, my pants split, but that's another story and another entry.

5 comments:

onestrangecat said...

just wanted to say hello.

kathy

cneinhorn said...

well, you'll have to fill us in on the pants splitting story someday ;-) ....did you just start running?  I used to run marathons, and I'd like to start again....I've felt so burnt out and maybe that's part of the reason I stopped running,  but I relate to what you wrote...the feeling you get sometimes...and it keeps you going....I've heard of this book, The Prophet... please let us know how it is....maybe I'll read it too...

~JerseyGirl
http://journals.aol.com/cneinhorn/WonderGirl  

barbpinion said...

Next to the Bible, The Prophet, is my favorite book. I have every one of Kahlil Gibran's books. They are awesome, great food for thought. His words echo in my mind as greatly as verses of the Bible do. Let me know what you think after you read some of his writings, alright? Hugs, my dear friend. *Barb*

dcmeyer420 said...

Hey, Derek! You do not have to buy the book, you can read it in its entirety online . Or you can preview you it by reading all the chapters through this link: http://www.geocities.com/Athens/5484/gibran.htm.
It is a great book and has chapters about great topics in beautiful prose infused with timeless wisdom. I love this book. Hope you will, too.  

deveil said...

thanks D.C.  I will definately put this on my favorites, I love he biography of his life.

Derek