Seasonal Correspondence: here we collide

Welcome to here we collide.  A project by To Write Love on Her Arms.
This project is for you. We believe in stories; when something involves people, our story, and our lives intertwining with others’ it becomes important. Our stories collide. Something happens. And we believe there is significance in these smallest of moments in all of our lives.
You are breathing. You are alive with so much purpose, so full of potential. The future is wide open and full of beautiful things yet to be discovered. We believe in hope, in finding it amongst the chaos of life. We believe in sharing it with each other, and telling stories in our own unique ways.


This project is about moments. The photos, films, words and music we post are small glimpses of the world captured by strangers. We hope they are a light to your story and a daily reminder of possibility. We hope that you are inspired to capture your own moments as these stories collide with yours.
http://herewecollide.com/about 

  So I have written less and less on this site- and Yesterday I stumbled on a project by To Write Love on Her Arms, a description is listed above... and it brought me back.  About three years ago I sketched out a project of my own: using art (photography, music, art, poetry) to capture community; people at work, living, struggling, overcoming, falling, and rising- everyday people- the good, the bad, and the ugly of little towns and big cities- Capturing it all, seeing what life looks like, what it feels like, what it is.  How our world affects us and what we can do about it-
  This idea, my idea, like so much of our school "work" gets buried away in the notebooks and letters past.  I looked in vain for that notebook tonight.
  Now I am not saying TWLOHA stole my idea, hardly.  I am saying I had a similar idea, a little bit of energy and creativity that made it's way to paper and lit a spark in my heart- a spark that re-lit a lantern.  See the "Daring Correspondence" is just that; a notion, an idea, that in everyday life, in all that is right and wrong in our world's, be they big or small, that you have a chance to relate, to correspond.  That this chance, this choice, this idea corresponds to you, it hits you in the heart and shakes you to the core.
  It could be the light on a group of kids playing in the park, making us feel as if everything is OK; it may be an elderly couple having coffee, allowing us to believe love and devotion to another can outlast the latest divorce statistic; it could be the smile of an old friend, allowing herself to be soaked in forgiveness or even praise, for both are long awaited- It is so normal, yet so daring, so bold.
Because, my friends and family, we have forgotten.
We have forgotten the beauty, the essence, the promise, of every little thing this life has to offer.  we have forgotten to the point that to feel these things, to allow life to stir us and move us, we have to be daring.  Our part is to be Daring, the Correspondence comes from beyond, from somewhere else, way bigger than us, way too beautiful to comprehend.  The Daring Correspondence.  A movement, a feeling, a way of life. 
  As if this little project of mine just began, it is time to put it away.  I don't know for how long, I don't know if this is an ending.  All i know, is that these principles and these Hopes take great courage, yet they are all worth every little effort.  I encourage you to see yourself as part of a story, to believe in what is bigger and BRIGHTER.  I cannot agree more with the encouragement to "capture your own moments as these stories collide with yours". 
  Sometimes people, songs, books, poems, and, experiences, serve us and change our worlds.  Yet we experience all sorts of different stuff and certain things strike as at different times- sometimes for but a season in our life- and like the fading days of summer or the first flowers sprouting forth, we have to move accordingly, lest we be lost in the heat of the day, or frozen in time-

Goodnight and sleep well.


listen: Switchfoot- "restless" *new*
Switchfoot- *new* "restless"

Are we really ready to pay for Love?

When the things that you can't hold on to
Are the things that you wish you could

Are you really ready to pay for love


If it costs you everything?



All of God's children

All of God's children

Shining underneath

Shining underneath



I believe in a world that's beyond me

I believe in a world I ain't seen

Past the glass, and shotgun shacks

Violent faceless racist facts

I believe in a world that's made clean



All of God's children

All of God's children

Shining underneath

Shining underneath



Ohhhh, yeeeaaahhhh

Underneath it all

Underneath these scars

Underneath it all

Underneath our walls

Underneath it all

Underneath the bullet holes

Underneath it all

We still don't know who we are

It's shining underneath

It's shining underneath



Is there a well that won't run empty?

Is there a friend that can't be bought?

You'll find them when you're thirsty

Learn the lesson that can't be taught



All of God's children
All of God's children
Shining underneath
Shining underneath

ALL OF GOD'S CHILDREN- Switchfoot