The Beginning

A thought popped into my head to start a blog. I wasn't sure what it would be about, but I put the idea out on Twitter to see what people thought.

The only responses I received told me not to do it.

Naturally, my reaction was to create a blog.

I still haven't really pinned down what I want to say, but I've got a few ideas. However, I think I'll start by explaining the meaning behind the name of my blog: Sequestered Chambers.

I'm a musical person, and I sang in choir when I was in high school. We sang a song in my sophomore year that really registered with me. It was called "Sing Me to Heaven." It was composed by Daniel Gawthrop, but the lyrics were by Jane Griner. The words were what really stuck out to me. We loved the piece so much that we decided to sing it again the next year after a few students in the school passed away tragically.

Here are the words:

In my heart's sequestered chambers lie truths stripped of poets' gloss 
Words alone are vain and vacant, and my heart is mute 
In response to aching silence, memory summons half-heard voices And my soul finds primal eloquence, and wraps me in song 

If you would comfort me, sing me a lullaby If you would win my heart, sing me a love song If you would mourn me and bring me to God, sing me a requiem, sing me to Heaven Touch in me all love and passion, pain and pleasure 

Touch in me grief and comfort, love and passion, pain and pleasure Sing me a lullaby, a love song, a requiem Love me, comfort me, bring me to God Sing me a love song, sing me to Heaven.

I named my blog after the first verse because I have often felt that I cannot express, out loud, what I am thinking or feeling. I talk a lot, but it rarely has meaning. I journal regularly about various things: how I'm feeling, events going on in my life, questions to God, rants, etc. Sometimes, I look back on my word vomit and think "I like this. This is good. I want others to read this." 

What I'm trying to say is that this blog is going to have a lot of different kinds of posts. If one of them looks interesting, read it.

I would end this by saying "Forever Yours," but I don't belong to you, dear reader. I am my own person. Take it or leave it.

Forever Mine,
Caleb Gibbs