Fun in the Snow
David has been gone since last Tuesday. He is hiking in the Paria Canyon with a group of guys from church. So EllaAnne and I were on our own this week. We made sure to keep busy and the time has actually gone by quickly. She has spent the week saying "Da-da-da-da" CONTSTANTLY! I've read that those are often the first sounds they make but I like to think she just really missed him. Maybe if I took a trip she would start saying "Mama!" Anyway, we had a good snow storm a couple weeks ago and discovered that EllaAnne enjoys the cold weather just like her dad.
A Tiny Colt's Fan
Hey everyone! This is Laura, and this is my first attempt at updating our blog. David has always done it in the past, and as much as he enjoys it I decided to join in. This way, those of you who are interested, can keep updated on EllaAnne. Anyway, she turned 6 months last week. And as I'm sure every mom says, "I can't believe how quickly time flies." She is such a happy baby, and I think she has David's social personality because she loves to be with people and refuses to sleep when she knows we have company! As you can see, we are doing our best to instill our enjoyment of football in EllaAnne. I know it might sound funny, but when I found out I was pregnant one of the first things I got excited about was being able to watch football with our son or daughter. And it has been fun (and the fact that we won the Super Bowl was a bonus)! Each week we watched the Colt's games with a big group from church. EllaAnne wore her cheerleading outfit and was always passed from person to person, looking very concerned when we yelled and screamed at the TV! But all football watching aside, I think the best part of the last 6 months as been watching as others invest in EllaAnne. I feel very blessed because of the people we are surrounded by and not just those who are involved in our lives here in Indianapolis but so many of you love us and EllaAnne from far away. Thank you for taking this journey with us.
Transatlanticism
So, it's been nearly two years since the conception of this blog...and when i originally created it, the BIG IDEA was to bridge distances with loved ones that seemed oceans away cleverly or uncleverly based on Death Cab for Cutie's album Transatlanticism).
Well, sometimes these notions come full circle as they did last week when a group of my friends and i went to see DCFC live at the Murat Theatre here in Indy.
Here's my reflections from the night:
I miss. I hurt.
Distance - a powerful reality...
Too often clutter, noise, and the constancy of "the current" hinder relationships of past (and even present)...and confuse memories of old...and disconnect us people from being people.
I have new friends here in Indy who have in some sense "filled" the former roles of those wonderful souls in Pulaski...and my dear friends in Pulaski replaced what seemed like irreplacable relationships from Indiana Wesleyan University glory days.
Somewhere along the way i forgot to remember my people...or more made decisions not to remember. To stir up those waters would only stimulate tears and clouded memories of "better days".
All this feathery talk to say that i hurt from the separation. Friendships shouldn't be severed. Life simply does not "GO ON"...at least like it did
back then.
The pausing of those colorful songs or the closing of those cherished chapters has a profoundly seeping effect on the rest of the story -- it changes the rythym of the record.
Tonight I am deeply saddened at the altering or complete silence of many impactful relationships.
I guess a phone conversation from my good buddy Wes a few days back, after uncommunicating for many months, brought me directly face-to-face with transatlanticism.
Maybe one of the most powerful components of quality musicianship is the way a particular track/album/live performance tempts the listener to become bare to emotions, to profoundly remember, or to actually listen.
DCFC's show last night allowed me to reach a state of clearness that I've been forsaking for quite a desperate length of time.
Feeling. Memory. The magical way of going back to some distant enchanted place, event, conversation, trip, or way of being with a group of close friends. -- Humanity.
Good lyrics/Good music should draw us closer to raw humanity.
Tonight for several minutes I entered that mystical wardrobe. I was back places I hadn't been for a fortnight with people who I had been fond of and was time traveling back to great moments of accomplishment.
Yes! I am emotional! Good music catches its listener (in this case me) off guard. DCFC's melodic atmosphere evoked demons and butterflies within my core and so I wanted to cry and still am thinking about allowing a few tears to flow due to transatlanticism.
Finally, a new post :)!!!
Updated pics of EllaAnne:
O.K. enough of you have mentioned how we need to not be so lazy in posting. So here we go...
The Arrival
One week ago today...a tiny human being emerged into the world and into our lives.
She is so small. Her beauty remarkable - like that of her mother's glow.
EllaAnne Elizabeth Zigler:
How does one so tiny alter, hault, and yet, thrust life into a deeper reality? I may not know how but Ella has shifted my view of the world...the more I know, I don't know anything.
She's here = unfathomable!!! - not simply because of the unknown future we hold together but largely untouchable in the same way that the expanse of the mountains are magnanamous when climbing them. The landscape of EllaAnne is easy to embrace but utterly hard to comprehend her grandness.
Tired
So, I have wanted to blog for a couple months now but have found myself exhausted by the demands (and unfortunately the nonessentials as well) of life. Unable to conjure up even the shortest of entries.
Honestly I am jealous at the fact that so many of my friends have the wit, energy, and time to be able to share facets of the everyday within this network. I enjoy writing/opening myself up in this small way but, how in the world are you all able to continually post your thoughts, feelings, joys?
Here on the streets of Indianapolis I am confronted with the struggles of entering a new phase of life (fatherhood)...Laura and I are both blessed/cursed by the opportunity of opening our home to the mostly neglected neighborhood kids = we have nearly a dozen 9-12 yr. old boys playing pool, football, frisbee, eating popsicles, knocking down our fences, or simply chatting with us on the front porch as soon as we get out of our car from a long day of fostering/mentoring/admonishing/encouraging/ equipping/being within the framework of city/church relationships...
I am just plain tired. Tired from lack of sleep from Laura's tossing and turning. Tired of lack of space. Indy has been a difficult scene for me to find sanctuary. Fellowship has been remarkable but completely draining as of late. I'm not trying to complain as I am finding my place here but I'm in need of some stillness.
Anyway, I needed this forum tonight just to process "out loud" what's been going on lately.
I figured there is no sense trying to capture in words what has gone on in the Zigler household the past 4 months so here's a bunch of pictures (with a little explanation)!
