Thursday, January 20, 2011

Wombed


We are wombed in light and air-
soft fall the missiles that would otherwise
crater us and crack our pretty skins

Wrapped in soft flesh, we float
through social atmosphere, wombed
with quiet oblivion against each projection,

Though cloaked from true sight,
a blindly drifting sphere through
ever encircling voids

Fingers softly brush our orbits,
smiles, love, eyelashes, quiet words
womb the hungry crater within

These terrible distances blur through the womb-haze
into blue skies, unfathomed the surrounding drop.
Crushing death of rock and metal flashes into a pretty streak

Monday, June 08, 2009

Jack Johnson


Had a good time tonight learning some Jack Johnson songs. What is it about these simple, emotional, heartfelt songs? What is it about me that can't do that? Am I too smart for my own good? Too blocked by anxiety, fear, training? I should surf...

I want to make a new self. I want a me that cares more about people, that cares more about beauty, love, life. But these chains hold me down. Chains of greed and lust and hunger. Chains anchored to the earth's core, chains of gravity, death. My body will die and remain here, and it's trying to pull my spirit down with it.

Enough. I've had enough. I choose hope and joy and peace. Enough despair. Enough self reflection and doubt.

I choose a simple melody - 'La da da da da da - La da da da da da da'

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Maybe the coolest optical illusion EVER!!

Ok, I stumbled upon this little bit of amazement the other day. (If you haven't heard of StumbleUpon and use Firefox, check it out here. Be warned, though, you may not get anything done for a long time...)

Check out this little video:




You can make your very own paper dragon illusion here.


Go to www.grand-illusions.com for more fun!

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

The Name


I'm sitting in Rob Still's studio listening to the finished recording. Well, almost finished. I'm hoping to get Fiona to sing a bit on a song, but she won't be able to until next week. But other than that, it's DONE! Hallelujah! I've even bubba mastered it (I think I'm coining that term here), and it sounds pretty good. If I can get it pro-mastered, I'll opt for that, but seeing as I have no money, that doesn't appear to be an option. And after you turn it into an mp3 and listen to it on your iPod does it really matter that much anyway? Anyway, I digress . . . .

So, again, now what? I guess I'll make a few copies to sell to my friends and give to all the talented people who helped me make it happen. I was just thinking as I'm listening to it that only in Nashville can you call up a bunch of your friends and record a CD that sounds GREAT!! Unless you're Sufjan Stevens or somebody like that. . . .

Well, the next question is who wants one? Or three? I've decided after praying about it (and looking at my bank account) to presale copies. That way I won't be stuck with 300 of them in my trunk. I'm going to presale the first 15 or so for $8, then up the price to $10 thereafter. You can go to my site and preorder with PayPal (visa, mastercard) or you can get in touch with me in person. I guess if I sell enough, I'll press a whole bunch of them, but I realize that's unlikely. So the picture up there is the cover, designed by yours truly. Actually all the artwork is done and ready to print. And the CD will include 5 songs from the "words & music" CD as well. The new stuff is just over 33 minutes. With the 5 'bonus' songs, it will be about an hour in length. Anyway, I'll post some teaser samples up there soon.

In other news, Bella is doing great! She is so cute and sweet and I love her a ton. I've missed her today and yesterday, here in the studio 'black hole.' We've got some new pictures on the link to the right, if you want to see how she's grown in the last the month. And I'm waiting expectantly for something on the job front. After today I will have done all I can do with this recording (except record Fiona hopefully next Tuesday) so, God, now what? You said if we seek your kingdom first, you'll take care of the rest. So help me out here!

And if anyone reading this knows of a job opening, let me know. I talked to Rob Still yesterday about that, and he asked me what I wanted to do. I told him that I'd asked myself the same question and came to the answer of worship leading. That's honestly what I enjoy doing most. So if there are any paid worship leader posts out there that come to mind, shoot me an e mail! Honestly, aside from music, I don't really know. But I'm open to suggestions . . . .

Till next time,

Peace - Rob

Friday, September 30, 2005

The wait's over!!!


She's here at last! We are happy happy to announce the long awaited arrival of the third Lovespy, Isabella Mariposa Higginbotham (Bella for short) who was born yesterday, September 29 at 2:16 p.m. She weighed 6 lbs, 10 oz. and was
19 3/4 inches long. She's a blondie and is perfect and beautiful. Mom is recovering nicely after her ALL NATURAL childbirth! (She is a superhero.) Her water broke at 6:20 a.m. and labor began immediately thereafter, so almost 8 hours exactly.
Julie: "That was the hardest thing I've ever done in my life."
Rob: "What was the second hardest thing?"
Julie: "There is no second hardest thing."
Well, so everything else is obviously on hold for a bit. Oh, check the links for more pictures of Bella.

What can I share about new fatherhood? Sharing the natural childbirth experience with Julie gave me a new picture of our place here on earth, what with the bloody mixture of pain, strength, prayer, sweat, screams and panting and, from our midwife Margaret and me, encouragement, teamwork and faith, and at last, birth: Bella, half desperate gasp of the end of such effort, half startled miracle of strange new life. Everything strange at first, her color, her alien cord, her skull folded to a tepee point to allow her head to pass through the birth canal, and everything of course strange to her, the overwhelming revelation of sight, like a thunderclap after a lifetime of silence, and with that raw new smells and sounds newly unmuffled.

Bella one minute old:



She came out quickly at the end, too quickly for me to don gloves to catch her as planned, so Margaret did that expertly, then handed her to me to cut the cord. We then laid her on her mother's chest to catch her first breath. Julie and I had read parts of "Birth Without violence" by Frederick Leboyer, a French obstretrician who delivered over a thousand babies without episiotomies or slapping the infants to make them cry or encouraging them to cry at all. The book recommended that the baby should be immediately placed on its mother's belly until it begins breathing on its own. Well, Bella had some circulation problems from a rather rough delivery, and her lungs were still full of fluid, so after a few moments, we took her from Julie's belly and moved her to a heated table to suction fluid from her nostrils and throat. She began to cry, but while the attending nurse seemed to think that the goal, I had decided after reading that book that crying was never to be a goal in Bella's life. As soon as Bella made it clear that she was breathing, I said to her what I had said a hundred times to her in the womb: "Bella, it's your daddy. Da-da. Can you say da-da?" and she stopped crying immediately and looked over at me! I picked her up and brought her back to her momma and we began to try to get her to nurse.

Her hands and feet were blue and cold from birth, and we cuddled her and warmed them with our hands, then wrapped her in a blanket. We had requested a "no separation" birth plan, so when it was time to weigh her and check her vital signs (and get a heel stick to test her blood sugar) I went with her. Anytime she began to cry, I would talk to her and hold her tiny soft hand which would grip me fiercely. And she would calm down. Even the heel stick didn't bother her much (like a mosquito bite after the car-wreck of birth, I guess!) The worst part was when the nurse put a little t-shirt on her. Her arms had to be caught and the rough fabric scraped over them. I hadn't thought enough to refuse it, so helped get it on quickly and then quickly soothed Bella back to calm.

And there it was, holding this little scared creature, so dependent and helpless, I caught the essence of fatherhood: that I was uniquely needed and gifted to help a very real human being, my daughter, Bella, and that I was called to do so for the rest of my life, and at that challenge my heart leapt up, making it clear that nothing would keep me from that task. I looked at her tiny, open-eyed face, held her close enough to see me, and looked at her. She looked back. I looked and looked at her. And loved her.



We're tied to this earth by our senses, but beyond the muddling around of sightsoundsmell, like shaded, sometimes hard-to-find windows hidden above us, lies an ordered world of faith, ready to make sense of even the most fractal-twisted events of our life. We war mostly not between good and evil, but between faith and the absurd. The promise of this idea called "Bella" and the many absurdities of childbirth, like looking for a hairbrush and a parking spot while battling a race to start a strep B antibiotic i.v. within 4 hours of delivery to ensure Bella's safety. Then the shocking hurdle of hot red pain, and more of it than expected, coupled with Julie's exhaution because she didn't want to take a sleeping pill the night before because she was afraid of running out of them and wanted to save them to make sure she had enough rest when she went into labor.

But when she ran out of strength, Margaret and I looked at her at said "You can do this!" When she saw the pains to be more than she had thought, we prayed to Jesus for strength, asked for the Holy Spirit to come and strengthen her. And she made it through one more contraction, one more push. And I look back through the absurdities of my life, my teenaged thrash-metal band days, my twenties of recovery and searching and finding the truth in Jesus Christ, and now the battling between calling and economics, between rent and health insurance and food and trying to do what I believe God is telling me to do, and at this moment I just see myself holding Bella in my arms, her face calm, her eyes open, her whole body and spirit saying to me one thing:

I trust you.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

The waiting game


Wow, September is almost over! What a month. Just think, a month ago Katrina was just another name for a girl, and the only Monster Rita around was at the local Mexican restaurant! Bella has three more days to be a September baby, and nothing would make Julie ("I'm too big to exist!") happier. You may have heard that we went into the hospital two Saturdays ago when Julie started feeling contractions. Apparently, they were due to her fever. She caught some kind of yuck and starting running a fever, which dehydrated her (even though she was still drinking a gallon of water a day!) which caused the contractions. So we went into Vandy thinking this might be it, got our parents all excited, packed our bags and rushed down there, only to find out it was a false alarm. Oh well. After fluids via i.v. and antibiotics, Julie returned to as normal as nearly 9 months pregnant can be.

In the meantime, I'm finishing up the recording. All that's left is back ground vocals and the final mixdown. Caryl Parker just added her lovely voice to two of the songs (awesome!!), and Mike Majett laid down some bass on Sunday night. The biggest problem I see is getting Julie to sing, since her lungs and diaphragm are all scrunched up because of Bella. I may end up waiting until after Bella's birthday, whenever that is.

One other hurdle for the recording is getting some group vocals together. If you're reading this, you may get a call/email to come sing with us one of these nights. Hope you're up for it!

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

In the studio . . .



Just a quick update -- Rob Still has graciously allowed me to use his very cool studio, and I'm in the middle of recording right now. God is faithful! I also recovered the recording of "None Like You" from a couple of weeks ago at Belmont Church and mixed it and posted it to my site. You can download it there.

Now I'm working on five new songs. So far I've finished (for now, anyway) the drums, half the bass, and all the guitars and have started vocals. If you've never seen Rob's studio (The Orchard), it's quite amazing. I'm kind of overwhelmed. So, recording is on schedule. I'm hoping to have it finished by Oct.1, maybe just in time for Bella to be born. Then maybe I'll figure out how to make a living.

By the way, thank you all who came to our baby shower/welcome home party. We were blown away by your generosity. We are truly blessed to have such great friends, and it was so cool to see so many of you in one room! We missed you this summer. It's good to be home.