Monday, April 14, 2008

thank you modesty, thank you.

here i am in west hollywood, sitting in my office (better known as a coffee shop) and reading through the messages you guys have sent me these last few weeks on my modesty email account pertaining to those who have read "the orphaned anythings".
my chest swelled, i could feel my heartbeat, and i was tearing up (but played it off like i was yawning). thank you so much my dear friends for seeing through me, for belonging; for making me feel like i belong.
a conductor stands before his orchestra, prim and proper he approaches the podium, lifts his small cork-ended baton. he lifts it into the air and as if it was magnetically charged the instruments raise in unison at the same time. he taps, for the attention of not the crowd sitting behind him, but of the person's playing the instrument facing him. he then begins to swing frantically seemingly lifting and pulling notes out of thin air, commanding them to be louder and softer, harsh and bitter or light like a feather floating. when the last note has splashed against the faces of the adoring crowd they stand to their feet hands rabidly meeting together in a off beat but overwhelming roar. but who is it that deserves the praise? is it the man who simply waved a cork-ended baton; or is it the men and women who poured themselves into their instruments, who have taken the time to invest into the passion of their part in the grand puzzle of sheet music that amused and intrigued the listeners; taking them to the edge of the universe and back to the depths of themselves without them ever leaving their seats.
i have come to an amazing self realization since putting out the book. i am simply a conductor. my power does not come in the form of music, lyrics, notes, songs, or writing this book. my power comes in empowering you. you see, YOU are what is going to make this world come alive with a standing ovation. you can write a better book! you can write better songs, you are smarter, more talented, more gracious, more blessed, more intelligent. my goal is not for self gain, notoriety, or fame... but simply to inspire. if i can do it in all my 'falters' then you can do it without as much as an afterthought.
thank you for being the syphony music in my life. the song that i hope to pull from every one of you will be more beautiful than anything i could ever create.
your dear friend,
stephen christian