Thursday, 25 February 2010
Wednesday, 24 February 2010
But the odd thing is that I'm at peace about this decision. God's been with me through a really rough time here. I've learned a lot, from my mistakes, and also a lot about humans and our ability to mess up others' lives. (That being how a few mistakes on my part were blown into gigantic problems by others...)
However, I'm glad I came to HC. I love the place, and for the most part, I love the people here. I've had a terrific semester and a half. I've learned a lot, grown a lot, and just had a great time. But it's time for me to go back to Alaska.
And there is no denying that I'm wildly excited about that. I love Alaska. I've missed it very much. Especially the mountains. I don't think I would have ever chosen this way to leave New York, but it's all working out. I've made friends, and I'll keep them even when I'm four and a half thousand miles away from them.
Tonight I go on February break, and I'm heading home with a friend of mine. I will return to HC on Sunday evening, then am leaving it again on Monday morning. I will spend a few days with my dear grandparents, then am flying home.
Home. Exactly what I'm longing for. I'm so happy. And the peace that I feel about this makes me sure that things are falling into place. After quite a while of praying and thinking, at last, I'm going home, and will find where I'm to go after that. My path isn't exactly easy to see, or to understand, but I am just happy that I'm following the One who made the path. And that He's leading me home.
Saturday, 20 February 2010
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Sunday, 14 February 2010
Friday, 12 February 2010
When I opened my package, there was this cute mug, full of hard candies, from my lovely Houghton host family.
Thursday, 11 February 2010
This song was very popular with the rebellion groups in Ireland in the early twentieth century. I found translations of the lyrics, and found that the song is all about getting the foreign British out of the country and leaving Ireland at last in the hands of the Irish, and this being done by the Irish themselves. Not the French. Not the Spaniards. For those would only be changing the foreign controllers.
It's interesting to hear real Gaelic music, and I think I may have discovered the topic for my next speech.
But today, the sun is shining and it's nearly as warm here as in Alaska. So I began dancing around my room this morning and shouting "spring!" and gesturing at the window. I'm pretty sure my roomie thinks I'm a nutter. It helped relieve school stress and I felt so much better after I finished. Then I went out and skipped three times around the quad and listened to the wind blowing the snow off the branches of the trees.
I know it's only mid-February. But can't it be spring yet? I vote for spring. I want to see the sun, to see green grass, to see flowers. I never felt this much of the S.A.D. when I lived in Alaska. This is probably the worst case I've ever had of winter madness. And it's not even March yet. That's when people go crazy back home. But I'm stir crazy now. I think it's about time to break out the sandals and sundresses and get ready to do homework on a blanket out on the quad.
Anyone have a massive hair-dryer for me to use for melting the snow here?
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience...
This bit seems to whisper inspiration to me for living deliberately. For living simply. For just living. I have read it several times on Rhonda's blog. I've heard it quoted in movies like Dead Poet's Society, and seen it referenced in various books.
I've been reading Walden the last few days, and found it to be very interesting and inspiring to live exactly how I've wanted to. Our library has some lovely old copies, which I shall photograph at some point. (I'm always in the library these days, it seems. More than normal, I mean.)
Monday, 8 February 2010
Over the weekend, I've watched Dead Poet's Society several times, and was inspired to look at some poetry online, since the dear old library is closed most of the weekend.
This morning, I woke up early and headed to the print-centre at the library (at least they are open now!). I set up a few pages and fit poems onto them somehow.
Then I printed off nine poems. This evening, I cut them all so that they are alone (some poems fit two or three on one sheet of paper) and tacked them to the wall. I'm enjoying seeing poetry on my wall again.
They fit well with my Middle-Earth poster from Theophilus, and my Waterhouse prints.
And my kitty Carpe Diem poster. That makes me happy.
Thursday, 4 February 2010
Seven times, in fact. And for every win, I was given a gift. I ended up with photo frames, a blanket, cupcake liners, a cappuccino mix, and two dishes.
Fittingly, those dishes both have polka dots on them. As I looked at them, I remembered Belle, several years ago. I miss her terribly still, but the pain has lessened in the last year.
Once, I took her shopping with me to the fabric store. I was going to make her an apron, and wanted to know what cloth she liked best. She picked out a few and when she finally came to me with her selection, I asked her what made her choose the one she had over the others.
"Well," she said, very matter-of-fact, "the others were adorable and nice, of course, but polka dots are a MUST."
Yes, dear Belle. Polka dots are a must, and every time I use these dishes, I will think of you.