Four Days

Nov 23, 2003 | This Life

Four days until Sweet Potatoes

I’m in no mood to really blog. Probably because I don’t have any major writing projects on the table at the moment–so no real thrill of procrastination. I thought I would just post the cartoon I had saved for Turkey day. Which, frankly, I think should be called Sweet Potato Day.

Much nicer, don’t ya think?

Strangers

Nov 22, 2003 | This Life

if strangers meet
life begins-
not poor not rich
(only aware)
kind neither
nor cruel
(only complete)
i not not you
not possible;
only truthful
-truthfully,once
if strangers(who
deep our most are
selves)touch:
forever

(and so to dark)
e e cummings

F

Nov 22, 2003 | This Life

F

Three weeks until semester’s end. I’m feeling it–pressure is starting to build. It’s been one of those weeks, euphemistically speaking. I would blog all the details, but I’m feeling a bit drained at the moment. Of course, that might have something to do with the fact I just finished watching Bram Stoker’s Dracula… And now all I “vant is to go to bed”. So the details will have to wait until tomorrow… or Monday… or …

Tall Grass

Nov 20, 2003 | This Life

Tall Grass

No telephones, Tvs, vcrs
Don’t want a big house,
Don’t want a big car
I just want to go walking and talk to myself

No telephones, Tvs, vcrs
Don’t want a big house,
Don’t want a big car
If you want to come check your bags at the door
Or I will go alone

Mirror mirror on the wall
Life is not a fairytale, after all
Mirror mirror what you reflect is
A life that’s filled with too much regret
Too much time wasting, accumulating
I am so tired of taking and taking
So I’m throwing it down
Throwing it down
Look mom, no hands
Got my feet on the ground
And I’m flying

The queen don’t look as good as she used to
The crown don’t fit as good as it used to
I do not like all these things that I used to
I will go alone
I’d rather walk through the tall grass
Than sit on the highest throne

Clearer clearer, don’t need no crystal ball
Life is but a ferris wheel, after all
Around and around and around we go
Stop the machine!
I’m taking control!

So back up and rewind
To another time, to another place
Where we remember faces
And names, and we sat and we talked and we loved
Earth down below, stars up above
And we lived

I’d rather walk through the tall grass
Than sit on the highest throne

Brad Wolfe

Out of Here

Nov 20, 2003 | This Life

Out of Here

Part of getting an education at this seminary means submitting to the three semester ordeal that is EIM. I’ve been fortunate to be assigned to a great group with a more than competent facilitator. Thank God. It would have been intolerable otherwise. And part of fulfilling the requirements of EIM is to attend a meeting with a faculty member and that facilitator. Today was my big day. The question on the table bears a lot of resemblance to “So, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Grown up? It’s not a bad meeting to have–and frankly, I consider myself extremely fortunate to have the time with these two women, both of whom I deeply respect. But the very idea of figuring out what I plan on doing once I leave this place or exploring internship possibilities… well, it makes me wish I was six again. Characteristically, I’m never ready to decide. I’ve always taken the “wait and see” approach to live. Not much has happened but the view has been amazing.

So… What did we decide? The consensus was I’m destined to move to Tennessee. I think this is a great conclusion. There was also talk about my going onto MA/PhD work. That part I’m not so thrilled about–but , Tennesee… that sounds truly lovely.

Quit

Nov 20, 2003 | This Life

QUIT IT

Please?

(Today is the 27th National Smoke Out)