It's been a few weeks since I've been out for a run and I have to be honest with you: I'm going a little crazy. I got my gait analyzed [by Nike, going for a second opinion to an independent running store] and was told that my shoes aren't providing proper support. Maybe this is why my knee's been bothering me. Maybe this is why I don't like my newest pair of running shoes.
Whatever. All I know is that I miss running. A lot. And when I miss something I immerse myself in all things related to whatever it is I am missing. My good friends at RTR have kept me going during my running hiatus, and yesterday they posted a video that scratched not just my running itch, but my Christmas itch as well.
Please to enjoy...
Dec 24, 2009
Dec 3, 2009
sickie-gnar-gnar-pow-pow
DUDE.
DOOOOOD.
Do you even know what time of year it is? It is the time of year when my love of proper grammar and a diverse vocabulary goes out the window. It is the time of year I gaze longingly into the distance, hoping for the smallest glimpse of anything resembling a mountain peak. It is the time of year when I squirrel away my hard earned dollars, only to blow them on a few short hours spent flying down snow covered mountains.
IT IS SKI / SNOWBOARD SEASON B*TCHES.
Tell me this doesn't make your heart beat faster.
Tell me this doesn't make you want to blow off any and all plans you may have ahead of you.
Oh wait...*cough* I think I'm getting sick. *cough, cough*
Gonna have toblow off work to wax my board and get in some sick lines leave work early so I can get some extra rest and kick this cold.
DOOOOOD.
Do you even know what time of year it is? It is the time of year when my love of proper grammar and a diverse vocabulary goes out the window. It is the time of year I gaze longingly into the distance, hoping for the smallest glimpse of anything resembling a mountain peak. It is the time of year when I squirrel away my hard earned dollars, only to blow them on a few short hours spent flying down snow covered mountains.
IT IS SKI / SNOWBOARD SEASON B*TCHES.
Tell me this doesn't make your heart beat faster.
Tell me this doesn't make you want to blow off any and all plans you may have ahead of you.Oh wait...*cough* I think I'm getting sick. *cough, cough*
Gonna have to
Dec 2, 2009
sunsets and silhouettes
Sunsets and silhouettes fill up the window
No room for distraction
Nothing but indigo fading
into violet
into lavender
into a creamcicle
that, if it weren’t so cold, would sound perfectly inviting
Music twinkles along the back wall of my mind
As I sit,
Filling up my evening with color
Memory
Dreams
Absent from this sunset
where is your silhouette
It’s just me and these trees
And colors
Less creamcicle
More indigo
Until the sky is a sailor’s navy blue
And the twinkling music litters the sky
No room for distraction
Nothing but indigo fading
into violet
into lavender
into a creamcicle
that, if it weren’t so cold, would sound perfectly inviting
Music twinkles along the back wall of my mind
As I sit,
Filling up my evening with color
Memory
Dreams
Absent from this sunset
where is your silhouette
It’s just me and these trees
And colors
Less creamcicle
More indigo
Until the sky is a sailor’s navy blue
And the twinkling music litters the sky
Dec 1, 2009
beat up
This running thing I'm doing, I love it. I love it so much. It feels good. It is challenging. It pushes me. It makes me stronger. But it is not without its sacrifices. Of all the sacrifices I have made for running the hardest one for me is the toenails.
**WARNING: Erica, below is a picture of my feet. You may not want to look.**
**WARNING: Erica, below is a picture of my feet. You may not want to look.**
Nov 16, 2009
be reconciled
I have fought it for years, claiming impossibility, fear, and self-protection. Calling them reasons when in reality they were excuses—a protective barricade putting as much distance between the truth and myself as possible.
We are called to reconcile. I am called to reconcile, to BE RECONCILED. Not just for little things. Not just with people who are easy. I am called to reconcile with him. Claiming for years that this was my desire, but he made it impossible. ALL things are possible with Christ who strengthens me.
“Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” She who has been forgiven much loves much. I have been forgiven of much and I do love much. No longer hidden behind walls built from shoddy excuses, I venture forth to this unknown place of not just forgiveness but of reconciliation.
I am tired of this fortress I have built. I am tired of trying to hold it together with fear and excuses. Give me a trumpet and I will march around these walls faithfully. And when the seventh day arrives I will blow my trumpet and shout for joy as these walls come tumbling down.
We are called to reconcile. I am called to reconcile, to BE RECONCILED. Not just for little things. Not just with people who are easy. I am called to reconcile with him. Claiming for years that this was my desire, but he made it impossible. ALL things are possible with Christ who strengthens me.
“Therefore I tell you, her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much. But he who is forgiven little, loves little.” She who has been forgiven much loves much. I have been forgiven of much and I do love much. No longer hidden behind walls built from shoddy excuses, I venture forth to this unknown place of not just forgiveness but of reconciliation.
I am tired of this fortress I have built. I am tired of trying to hold it together with fear and excuses. Give me a trumpet and I will march around these walls faithfully. And when the seventh day arrives I will blow my trumpet and shout for joy as these walls come tumbling down.
Nov 4, 2009
video song
I'm kind of obsessed with this video song. And I'm kind of obsessed with Pomplamoose.
"What's a video song?" you ask.
Well, my dear friend, a video song is defined by Pomplamoose by two rules:
1. What you see is what you hear. (No lip-synching for instruments or voice)
2. If you see it, at some point you hear it. (No hidden sounds)
They've got some awesome originals. On top of that, they covered "Single Ladies."
Happy Wednesday.
Love, Haley
"What's a video song?" you ask.
Well, my dear friend, a video song is defined by Pomplamoose by two rules:
1. What you see is what you hear. (No lip-synching for instruments or voice)
2. If you see it, at some point you hear it. (No hidden sounds)
They've got some awesome originals. On top of that, they covered "Single Ladies."
Happy Wednesday.
Love, Haley
Oct 30, 2009
many parts, one purpose
I thought I knew what I was. I thought I'd figured out the part of the Body for which I was created. Yet suddenly this part of the body is foreign, like a transplanted organ, I am rejected. Believing myself cast out, I prepare myself for removal and disposal. The Surgeon lifts me up and examines me. "There is nothing wrong with you," He says. "You just tried to be an organ you are not. Placed correctly in this Body you will feel the Blood of Life course through you, and you will see the Body respond as you perform the function you were created to do. For a body cannot function properly without each of its organs. It begins to compensate for what is missing, working harder than it is meant to, but unable to rest."
Oct 23, 2009
TOMS + twilight
Oct 12, 2009
heat rae [belated]
COULD I have made it through my teaching adventures in the Santa Cruz mountains without a like-minded friend?
Yes.
COULD I have made it through the craziness of that spring without someone who totally got it and told me I owed them $20 every time I MySpied the source of that hurt?
Yes.
WOULD I have wanted to go through those things [and more] without her?
NO.
Heather, my sweet friend, I am so thankful for your presence on this earth. And more specifically I am thankful for your presence in my life, and for the gift of your friendship. You are insightful and compassionate and honest. You aren't afraid of hard questions and you don't shy away from the crap life throws at you. "Because I know you, I have been changed for good."
PS. We sang "Beautiful, Scandalous Night" at church yesterday. I thought of you.
Yes.
COULD I have made it through the craziness of that spring without someone who totally got it and told me I owed them $20 every time I MySpied the source of that hurt?
Yes.
WOULD I have wanted to go through those things [and more] without her?
NO.
Heather, my sweet friend, I am so thankful for your presence on this earth. And more specifically I am thankful for your presence in my life, and for the gift of your friendship. You are insightful and compassionate and honest. You aren't afraid of hard questions and you don't shy away from the crap life throws at you. "Because I know you, I have been changed for good."
PS. We sang "Beautiful, Scandalous Night" at church yesterday. I thought of you.
Sep 24, 2009
guest blogger
The lovely Kathy Simpson asked me to be a guest blogger on her site Kathy Runs. It took a little while a few months, but it's up. Check it out.
Sep 11, 2009
motivate me
When I run there are a few things that are guaranteed to motivate and inspire me. The ones that live out side my brain are:
1. Kathy Simpson
2. Kara Goucher
3. Kara Goucher's Endurance Mix that Kathy Simpson sent me
4. The weather
5. The person in front of me
Okay, so Kath and Kara, big inspirations, right? RIGHT. And Kath happens to be an avid Kara fan as well [remember Worlds?]. Imagine my elation [and small pang of jealousy] when Kathy sent me this:
AWWWW YEAH!
1. Kathy Simpson
2. Kara Goucher
3. Kara Goucher's Endurance Mix that Kathy Simpson sent me
4. The weather
5. The person in front of me
Okay, so Kath and Kara, big inspirations, right? RIGHT. And Kath happens to be an avid Kara fan as well [remember Worlds?]. Imagine my elation [and small pang of jealousy] when Kathy sent me this:
AWWWW YEAH!
Sep 9, 2009
the retrieval project
I love art. I love tattoos. As such, tattooing is one of my favorite forms of art. I love discovering new tattoo artists and enjoying their work, whether it be by having it permanently displayed on my body or simply by looking at their portfolios.
Today I [sort of] discovered a new tattoo artist AND purchased a print of his AND got to support an amazing cause. I say sort of discovered because I have actually semi-knowingly enjoyed his art for quite some time. He is the brother of a friend of mine and has done several of her tattoos and some of her husband's tattoos, and I have long admired his work on them.
He and his family, due to various circumstances, had to move half way across the country TWICE in six months. As a result the majority of their belongings are still living in Minnesota while they reside in California. Because money is tight and moving is expensive, they decided to get creative about the retrieval of their belongings. They started The Retrieval Project. It is a collection of their artwork, available for sale, and all of the money goes to fund their moving expenses.
As someone who has longed for home, who has lived with most of her personal belongings boxed away in another state, I can empathize with the loneliness that this situation creates. So today I bought one of the art pieces from The Retrieval Project:
It will tie in quite nicely with my Avett Brothers concert poster Dan gave me, and the red will compliment the Nikki McClure print Rebs gave me for my birthday last year. AND even more than all of that, it will help a family in need of home.
To oooh and ahhh at the artwork of The Retrieval Project, check out:
The Retrieval Project
To purchase artwork that supports The Retrieval Project, check out:
Joe's Etsy Shop
Jenny's Etsy Shop
Today I [sort of] discovered a new tattoo artist AND purchased a print of his AND got to support an amazing cause. I say sort of discovered because I have actually semi-knowingly enjoyed his art for quite some time. He is the brother of a friend of mine and has done several of her tattoos and some of her husband's tattoos, and I have long admired his work on them.
He and his family, due to various circumstances, had to move half way across the country TWICE in six months. As a result the majority of their belongings are still living in Minnesota while they reside in California. Because money is tight and moving is expensive, they decided to get creative about the retrieval of their belongings. They started The Retrieval Project. It is a collection of their artwork, available for sale, and all of the money goes to fund their moving expenses.
As someone who has longed for home, who has lived with most of her personal belongings boxed away in another state, I can empathize with the loneliness that this situation creates. So today I bought one of the art pieces from The Retrieval Project:
It will tie in quite nicely with my Avett Brothers concert poster Dan gave me, and the red will compliment the Nikki McClure print Rebs gave me for my birthday last year. AND even more than all of that, it will help a family in need of home.
To oooh and ahhh at the artwork of The Retrieval Project, check out:
The Retrieval Project
To purchase artwork that supports The Retrieval Project, check out:
Joe's Etsy Shop
Jenny's Etsy Shop
Sep 4, 2009
sunrise
I stumbled out of bed this morning, fumbled my way through a shower, and managed to find my way into some clothes. Upon opening the blinds I was A S T O U N D E D. I don't know that I have ever seen a sunrise quite like this. I wish I had some amazing picture I'd taken on my Nikon 365009824D, but I don't have that camera. Or any camera for that matter. What I did have at my disposal was the camera built into my laptop, and knowing the picture would be nothing close to the original, I took one anyway.
What a beautiful way to start the day...
What a beautiful way to start the day...
Sep 3, 2009
sometimes life is a song...
Sometimes it isn't.
I am not particularly concerned about what anyone might think when I'm in my swimming trunks with them.
I did not get raging drunk with anyone [or by myself] last night.
Even still, this song* DOES feel fitting for a Thursday afternoon that finds itself at almost the end of a VERY FULL week.
*Duh, of course it's The Avetts.
I am not particularly concerned about what anyone might think when I'm in my swimming trunks with them.
I did not get raging drunk with anyone [or by myself] last night.
Even still, this song* DOES feel fitting for a Thursday afternoon that finds itself at almost the end of a VERY FULL week.
*Duh, of course it's The Avetts.
Sep 2, 2009
derek & don
Derek Webb and Don Miller are men who, when God puts something on their hearts, they share it. They get it out. They put it out there. Even when it's not pretty. Even when it causes a ruckus.
Derek Webb's new album, Stockholm Syndrome, was released yesterday. I went for Tier 1 Physical + Digital myself and am listening to it on my iPod while I await the arrival of my CDs. Let me just say that I thought Derek Webb laid it all out there before. And he did. But this is a WHOLE NEW LEVEL.
And then there is Don Miller. Blue Like Jazz. Searching for God Knows What. Wow. I mean, he has more books, but those are the ones I've read. I never cease to be moved to laughter and awe at his way of opening my eyes up to new levels of understanding things I thought I already understood. His new book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, comes out on September 29. BUT you can read the first 30 pages now. And you can even read them HERE. Not because I'm anyone special, but because he posted the code for it on his website.
Derek Webb's new album, Stockholm Syndrome, was released yesterday. I went for Tier 1 Physical + Digital myself and am listening to it on my iPod while I await the arrival of my CDs. Let me just say that I thought Derek Webb laid it all out there before. And he did. But this is a WHOLE NEW LEVEL.
And then there is Don Miller. Blue Like Jazz. Searching for God Knows What. Wow. I mean, he has more books, but those are the ones I've read. I never cease to be moved to laughter and awe at his way of opening my eyes up to new levels of understanding things I thought I already understood. His new book, A Million Miles in a Thousand Years, comes out on September 29. BUT you can read the first 30 pages now. And you can even read them HERE. Not because I'm anyone special, but because he posted the code for it on his website.
Aug 23, 2009
Aug 21, 2009
life
Maybe it's just today.
Maybe it's listening to the Swell Season's new single.
Maybe it is Baby Stubblefield's hiccoughs.
Whatever it is I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life. Don't get me wrong, I know there is ugliness and pain and hurt alive and rampant in this world.
But today, TODAY I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life. Of creating life. Of new life. Of journeying through life.
Maybe it's listening to the Swell Season's new single.
Maybe it is Baby Stubblefield's hiccoughs.
Whatever it is I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life. Don't get me wrong, I know there is ugliness and pain and hurt alive and rampant in this world.
But today, TODAY I am overwhelmed by the beauty of life. Of creating life. Of new life. Of journeying through life.
Aug 5, 2009
listen
So I’m at work listening to recently uploaded Daytrotter sessions and I find myself wondering what people think when they hear the music I listen to. Do they think I have horrid taste in music? Then I wonder, “do I have horrid taste in music!?” To which I quickly respond, “NO. I have fabulous taste in music.” Then I start to think that perhaps the generic-almost-anyone-even-William-Hung-can-get-a-record-deal-these-days music culture / sound is ruining the eardrums of the masses.
Aug 4, 2009
benby
LIZZY AND DAVE ARE HAVING A BABY.
My dear, sweet cousinsisterbestfriend and her loving, wonderful husband are having a BABY.
I am BEYOND ecstatic, and my heart gets all full and my eyes fill with tears if I think about this wonderful life they are bringing into this world for much longer than five seconds.
I burst into tears when she told me. And then I shrieked and squealed and screamed for another few minutes.
Because when I think about this baby I don't just think about the wonderful blessing s/he will be to her/his parents or the blessing they will be to her/him. I think about the history Lizzy and I have. I think about what it means to have her as my cousinsisterbestfriend and to have her present for all but one year five months and nine days of my life. I think of our history, our family history and the strong bonds that we all share. And I am moved to tears and laughter because this is where we get to pass it on.
Sweet Benby [the nickname given to Baby Canales as they don't yet know if it is a boy or a girl, so it is a combo of the names they've chosen] and little Jonah get to be the first of this next generation to share these bonds we've been dreaming of passing on for so long.
My dear, sweet cousinsisterbestfriend and her loving, wonderful husband are having a BABY.
I am BEYOND ecstatic, and my heart gets all full and my eyes fill with tears if I think about this wonderful life they are bringing into this world for much longer than five seconds.
I burst into tears when she told me. And then I shrieked and squealed and screamed for another few minutes.
Because when I think about this baby I don't just think about the wonderful blessing s/he will be to her/his parents or the blessing they will be to her/him. I think about the history Lizzy and I have. I think about what it means to have her as my cousinsisterbestfriend and to have her present for all but one year five months and nine days of my life. I think of our history, our family history and the strong bonds that we all share. And I am moved to tears and laughter because this is where we get to pass it on.
Sweet Benby [the nickname given to Baby Canales as they don't yet know if it is a boy or a girl, so it is a combo of the names they've chosen] and little Jonah get to be the first of this next generation to share these bonds we've been dreaming of passing on for so long.
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