Jenniology – The Meaning Behind the Music

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Jenniology – The Meaning Behind the Music

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Tab 2 It took me awhile to decide what to study in college.  I had a lot of interests, and narrowing it down was difficult.  By the time it was time to sign up for school, I had it down to either music or genealogy.  I loved studying family history, and I thought it would be cool to go into a profession where I could help others with theirs.  But ultimately I knew I was more passionate about music.  Besides, I spent a lot more time practicing and thinking about music than I did genealogy, so I decided on music.
tabIt wasn’t until I had been going to college for a few years that I realized what I really wanted to have as my life study.  With only a few credits needed to get my Associates degree in music, I met Jenni.  She was the sweetest and prettiest girl I had ever met.  After a year of bumpy on and off dating, I asked her to marry me – the best choice I could have made.  It was then that I pledged myself to the study of Jenniology.
tabWe have been married since October 6, 2004, and I love her now more than EVER.  She is AMAZING!!!!  I am now a full time Jenniologist, and I am learning more every day.  Here are a few random Jenniology facts that I have learned already:

Tab 2Jenni loves candy – especially fruity candy, like Sprees and Bottlecaps.
Tab 2Jenni’s hair curls in a water fight.
Tab 2Jenni’s laugh makes any bad day great.
Tab 2Jenni has taught me that full-time motherhood is the best career possible.
Tab 2There’s nothing in the world like cuddling up to a sleepy Jenni.
Tab 2Eternal family is worth any price.  In fact, it’s worth every price.

Tab 2And she’s teaching me more all the time.  I love her, I love her, I love her!!!  Thanks, Jenni, for being who you are and letting me be your most dedicated student!

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Ria’s Podcast: Meaning in Art

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Meaning in Art

My sister, Maria Hathaway, is an AMAZING artist. She has sold many paintings, won 1st place and best of show in the state fair, and has had her art in galleries throughout Utah.

We started a podcast for her, and I decided to post the first entry here as well, since the subject was creating meaning in art. Since we are discussing art in general, music was a major topic as well. Be sure to check out her art, too.  Especially The Soldier’s Father picture we discuss in the show.  We would love to hear your feelings, either here or on her site.

Making Moments

Making Moments

I believe that life is lived in moments. When I am old, will I look back and remember the daily routines that fill up most of the stuff of each day? I doubt it. Will I remember getting behind on a bill or school assignment? Not likely. Will I remember taking our the garbage and doing the dishes? Not really.

Chores, routines, jobs, and finances may be the mortar that keeps my life from falling quickly to shambles, but a building cannot be made entirely of mortar. And when it comes to living a meaningful life, it is the bricks that I will remember when I look back on my life.

And what are the bricks of my life? The moments – the moment I first noticed the girl who became my wife; the moment my daughter said something hilarious; the moment I felt great pain for a loved one; the moment I first saw my newborn son.

While some moments are life-altering, others just make the day a little more pleasant. Life is lived in moments. When I get so busy that I let such moments pass without my notice, life begins to feel rotten.

I have a wife and two small children. I have a full-time job, a mortgage, and bills stacked high. I’m also a musician and author. I’ve just published my first CD and I’m in the process of redrafting my first book. In addition, I am a partner in a new business that is small but growing. I am very busy. I know how easy it is to let the most important people in my life get the least attention. In fact it’s very hard not to let that happen.

I’ve discovered that it isn’t merely a matter of waiting for these precious moments with my loved ones come. If I wait for moments come, they only come occasionally. I don’t want my life to be made of mortar with a few occasional bricks. I want my life to be lined completely with brick, only using mortar for what it’s intended – to keep the structure together.

I cannot just expect the moments to come. I have to create them. I have to make moments. Whether a moment lasts an hour or only a few seconds, if I want my life to be filled with moments, I have to make them myself.

So I have made a decision. Actually, you might say I’ve begun a project. Remember I am a writer, and since I’m nearly finished with my first book, I need to start working on another. This is my plan: every day for the next year, I will keep a record of at least one moment that happened that day. Every day. I cannot skip, and I cannot make something up. It has to be a real incident, and I have to keep a record for every single day of the year. If I don’t have time to write the full incident on the day it happened, I can record a keyword or two and then write about it later – but the incident must eventually be written.

I’ve decided that for this project, a moment will be defined as a meaningful moment I had with a loved one. It may be a painful moment or a joyful one, so long as it was somehow meaningful. It can be as simple as a joke someone told, with the laugh we shared, or as deep as a desperately needed talk or hug.

In short, this project is an attempt to keep me looking for and making those precious moments that make life meaningful, both for me and my loved ones.

My commitment to record the daily instances keeps me accountable, and my intentions to later publicize them will motivate me to keep going. I’d publicize all of them on this blog – but remember, I’m intending to write a book, and I want to keep enough out of the blog to lure people to buy the book when it’s ready!

I do intend to study and write on some relevant topics on the subject as well, but the bulk of the book will be the complete collection of moments.

I hope this project will help any who read these entries to see that it is possible for anyone, under any circumstance, to reach out to their loved ones and make moments with them.

In terms of this blog, I will be doing other entries as well. This is my writing blog, but since my project will take up a good part of it for the next while, I’ve named it Making Moments.

Dayspring: The Meaning Behind the Music

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Time is such an interesting phenomenon. It passes so quietly and consistently that sometimes we forget it’s passing. Some speculate that time is speeding up – or that our perception of time is changing, making time seem to pass faster, giving us less and less time. Have you ever thought about what it would mean if we could consciously alter our perception of time? What if we could freeze a moment, preventing the raindrop from ever reaching the ground? What if we could stand invisible and cause time to pass around us at a speed that made a year pass in a few moments?

What if a year could be condensed into one day? What if all four of our seasons were to cycle in a 24 hour period? I suppose morning would be springtime, day would be summer, afternoon would be autumn, and night would be winter. What would take place in the time of a single sunrise?

Our life passes in cycles. Each second there are atoms passing through us at unfathomable speeds, revolving like miniature galaxies – passing eons while we take a single breath. Perhaps if we were living on a planet the size of an atom, we would live out our lives and die before a millisecond of real time had passed.

Our minds process thousands of impulses in a moment, and our senses are constantly taking in fresh new information. Our hearts beat every second, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day. Never does it stop, never does it rest. The sun rises each morning, and sets each night. So it has been since the beginning of the world.

If we expand outward, we find that while our tiny Earth spins carelessly through space, our Sun is also revolving, ever slower, around the center of the Milky-way galaxy. Now science is finding galaxies revolving around larger masses. I suppose one can never discover the end of such cycles, though they permeate our existence.

Now consider God, surrounded by the most glorious displays in eternity and the grandeur of the universe – But His attention is on His children, passing through this life in a few brief moments of His time. Each child was sent with reassurance and love. Each child was given all the knowledge they would need to return safely. As they left His presence, He asked them to remember, and return. But then, wandering the planet, each became preoccupied with his/her own interests and dreams, forgetting their Father almost entirely. They wallowed through darkness and death, as if in perpetual winter, without hope, without love, without light.

It pained Him to see us so oblivious to the fact that our life is valuable and short, yet it would defeat the purpose of our lives for Him to appear and take away all our problems. So instead, He sent a message. He sent His Son.

Through the tender mercy of our God; whereby the dayspring from on high hath visited us,

To give light to them that sit in darkness and in the shadow of death, to guide our feet into the way of peace.

Luke 1:78-79

Today is a new day. In the eyes of Eternity, your life will pass in a single moment. Savor it, enjoy it, and make the most out of every second – but don’t forget to look up occasionally and gaze into the eyes looking down on you.

To listen to Dayspring, click on Dayspring on the playlist on the right