Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you
Last school year I was able to get my own apartment off campus. It was the first time I had ever lived by myself and I LOVED it! The 9 months I spent in that apartment were really special to me--while I wasn't financially independent, having my own place gave me much of the independent lifestyle I was craving. I got to decorate how I wanted, buy whatever groceries I wanted, eat what I wanted when I wanted, go to bed whenever I wanted without hearing anyone nag that I was staying up too late, be as loud as I wanted when I wanted, have friends over when I wanted, and only had to worry about cleaning up after myself--things that aren't usually afforded when living with other people. So what this little apartment on Woodlawn represents for me is the sweetness of independent living that I so look forward to returning to one day. :-)
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 25
Day 25 - A picture of your day
Rewind.... so....I was upstairs cleaning my room and all of the sudden I hear this loud POP and a big BOOM so I look out the window to see my car move forward and down. As I was running downstairs and outside I was thinking, "why is someone moving my car?" and "what the heck is making that terrible noise?" My eyes went straight to my car.
This is the second time my car has been hit (while parked!!!) in the last two years--Dad and my brother Jeff say that my car is cursed--maybe so...
But within a few seconds my eyes were drawn to the commotion a few hundred feet to my right...
Some elderly gentleman not only smashed into my car (back AND front!) but he managed to jump a steep curb and wound up crashing into the front stone steps of my next door neighbor's house!!! My mom and I ran over and stood awestruck for a second and then she shouted "Call 9-11!" [I'll admit it, as I was dialing, the movie The Little Rascals popped into my head as I said to myself, "Quick! What's the number for 9-1-1?"] LOL
But I quickly snapped back to reality and nervously spoke with the emergency operator (my 1st time calling 9-11). After hanging up I rushed over to see if the driver was ok and talk with our neighbors to make sure they, too, were ok. Thank God, no one was hurt--not even the driver. And within a few short minutes 6 squad cars, an ambulance, a fire truck, and a fire dept. SUV came down the block from both directions and neighbors from several surrounding blocks came out to see what the commotion was all about.
It was such a scary freak accident and despite the damage done to my car and the very minor damage done to the neighbor's lawn & front steps, I count us all very lucky that no one was harmed. It was a beautiful (and outrageously unusual) 70ish degree day out and people could have been out infront playing. In this situation I'll say thank goodness everyone was inside (or at least in the backyard)!
Holy crap! There's a car in my next door neighbor's yard!!!
Rewind.... so....I was upstairs cleaning my room and all of the sudden I hear this loud POP and a big BOOM so I look out the window to see my car move forward and down. As I was running downstairs and outside I was thinking, "why is someone moving my car?" and "what the heck is making that terrible noise?" My eyes went straight to my car.
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But within a few seconds my eyes were drawn to the commotion a few hundred feet to my right...
Some elderly gentleman not only smashed into my car (back AND front!) but he managed to jump a steep curb and wound up crashing into the front stone steps of my next door neighbor's house!!! My mom and I ran over and stood awestruck for a second and then she shouted "Call 9-11!" [I'll admit it, as I was dialing, the movie The Little Rascals popped into my head as I said to myself, "Quick! What's the number for 9-1-1?"] LOL
But I quickly snapped back to reality and nervously spoke with the emergency operator (my 1st time calling 9-11). After hanging up I rushed over to see if the driver was ok and talk with our neighbors to make sure they, too, were ok. Thank God, no one was hurt--not even the driver. And within a few short minutes 6 squad cars, an ambulance, a fire truck, and a fire dept. SUV came down the block from both directions and neighbors from several surrounding blocks came out to see what the commotion was all about.
It was such a scary freak accident and despite the damage done to my car and the very minor damage done to the neighbor's lawn & front steps, I count us all very lucky that no one was harmed. It was a beautiful (and outrageously unusual) 70ish degree day out and people could have been out infront playing. In this situation I'll say thank goodness everyone was inside (or at least in the backyard)!
One never knows what an afternoon will hold...
Lessons of the day: drive safely and within the speed limit--especially on residential streets!, never drink & drive, and cherish life always--one never knows when disaster will strike and possibly take a life.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 24
Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change
This is super random, but I wish that I could change my level of awareness regarding the facial expressions I display... SO often I'm told that I make really funny or dramatic expressions and I'm totally oblivious. I don't know that it's a skill I can hone or anything like that but if I could, I would change the conscious control (or at least awareness of) I have over the facial expressions I make.
Friday, April 1, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 23
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book
Being a literature student, it's hard to pick a single favorite book. So here's one of my favorite [fiction] books: Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya. :-)
I read it for the first time in 2009 for an interim course I took on the art & literature of the Southwest in Taos, NM. Not only is it a great story but it's so beautifully written--just as the protagonist Antonio (Tony) talks about how there is "magic in the letters," Anaya exemplifies this in the way he's able to craft words. There's a great quote in the introduction that gets at the heart of the novel (and part of the premise of the course): "Her (Ultima) role is to open Antonio's eyes so he can see the beauty of the landscape and understand the spiritual roots of his culture. With her guidance he begins to understand that the river, the open plain, and all of nature is imbued with spirit. Everything is alive; God is everywhere."
This is what I wrote about the book for my last journal entry (for the course):
Being a literature student, it's hard to pick a single favorite book. So here's one of my favorite [fiction] books: Bless Me Ultima by Rudolfo Anaya. :-)
I read it for the first time in 2009 for an interim course I took on the art & literature of the Southwest in Taos, NM. Not only is it a great story but it's so beautifully written--just as the protagonist Antonio (Tony) talks about how there is "magic in the letters," Anaya exemplifies this in the way he's able to craft words. There's a great quote in the introduction that gets at the heart of the novel (and part of the premise of the course): "Her (Ultima) role is to open Antonio's eyes so he can see the beauty of the landscape and understand the spiritual roots of his culture. With her guidance he begins to understand that the river, the open plain, and all of nature is imbued with spirit. Everything is alive; God is everywhere."
This is what I wrote about the book for my last journal entry (for the course):
The last chapters of the book were amazing! The book just got better and better as it went along. :) Tony's had to make a lot of choices--Cico tells him, "You have to choose, Tony, you have to choose between the god of the church, or the beauty that is here and now." I love, a few paragraphs later, when Tony asks, "Does one have to chose? Is it possible to have both?" --Exactly. I would say yes, it's possible to hold both at the same time.
Antonio also struggles to define good and evil throughout the book and struggles to pin point what constitutes each. His father tells him, "I think most of the things we call evil are not evil at all; it is just that we don't understand those things and so we call them evil. And we fear evil only because we do not understand it." Exactly! And that's the point some of us have been trying to get across in our discussions. His father goes on to say that "in the end understanding simply means having sympathy for people. Ultima has sympathy for people, and it is so complete that with it she can touch their souls and cure them. That is her magic. Ay, and no greater magic can exist." Tony goes on to reflect on what he's learned and says, "I made strength from everything that had happened to me, so that in the end even the final tragedy could not defeat me. And that is what Ultima tried to teach me, that the tragic consequences of life can be overcome by the magical strength that resides in the human heart." Man, how beautiful is that? We talked about how ethics (like understanding, sympathy, empathy) come from the kind of love you have for people. And that the real tragedy is not being able to connect with other people--for empathy is at the root of love.
It seems that Anaya's purpose was to write a story that makes readers uncomfortable--to make Western readers question their perceptions of spirituality and shake the roots of what we believe and raise questions. He causes readers, like myself, to question how and why so many people blindly believe in tradition and asks us to stand outside of our position as Christians and realize that the world is a bigger audience than Christians. Linda encouraged us to use our reactions to the text as data, to figure out what we bring to the text and why we react the way we do, and then to consider what we believe and how others would react to it. I thought that was a pretty cool way to alter our perceptions and understanding, not only in terms of understanding the text but in how examining our own faith, we're able to better understand it, and thus make it stronger. Gwen asked Linda something about how her understanding of God and Christianity has changed over the years. She said, "God is more beautiful, I know less; I'm more mystical in my faith and appreciative of the mystical in my faith" I thought that was pretty cool.
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If you haven't read this book, I urge you to pick it up sometime--it's fantastic and generates some great contemplation, reflection, & conversation.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 22
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at
I wish that I was better at timeliness!!! If you know me at all you know that I tend to struggle with this pretty much on a daily basis. It's terrible, I know, and I need to work on it. I guess we can't all be winners in that department all the time. In the meantime, I'll keep setting my clocks and watches ahead in the hopes of getting to where I need to be ON TIME. :-)
I wish that I was better at timeliness!!! If you know me at all you know that I tend to struggle with this pretty much on a daily basis. It's terrible, I know, and I need to work on it. I guess we can't all be winners in that department all the time. In the meantime, I'll keep setting my clocks and watches ahead in the hopes of getting to where I need to be ON TIME. :-)
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 21
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget
Sure, it's entirely cliché to say that there's nothing I want to forget but that's the honest truth. I've experienced more darkness in my short 24 years than I'd ever wish on anyone, even Dick Cheney. But what "they" say is true--all of life, even the ugliness and misery, is important in forming the unique person each of us becomes. I had a teacher in high school who told me that I was "blessed with misery." I wasn't sure how I felt about his remark--wasn't sure that I believed him. About a year later, though, I gained some good perspective and understood what he meant. We are blessed with misery. It isn't that misery and ugliness itself is a blessing, but that blessing and grace often shine in the midst of ugliness and misery. Grace and blessing are what happens when God makes flowers push up through the misery and ugliness.
Five years ago, as a freshman, I wrote a paper about human suffering for my philosophy class. I included some personal stories to illustrate some of my points. And this is some of what my professor said in response: "The world is a beautiful and dangerous place, isn't it. There is so much joy and gladness I can sometimes hardly conain myself. And there is so much pain and misery I can sometimes hardly contain myself. And we live smack dab in the middle. That's where the light shines. In the midst of the darkness. Feet in the mud. Heart in the sky, and grace is right there, for those w/ eyes to see. You seem to be seeing it, and I'm so glad."
Most days, I do indeed see the grace through it all and understand how all of my life's events have made me into the wonderful and strong woman I am becoming. And for that reason, I don't want to forget a second and lose many of the difficult leasons I've learned. As the wise Erykah Badu sings, ""peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned."
I'll leave you with a few quotes that seem approps:
"Kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight." --Bruce Cockburn, "Lovers In a Dangerous Time"
"I've been in trouble, but I'm okay. Been through the ringer, but I'm okay. Walls are falling and I'm okay. Under the mercy, and I'm okay." --Bruce Cockburn, "Fascist Architecture"
"Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace." --Frederick Buechner
Sure, it's entirely cliché to say that there's nothing I want to forget but that's the honest truth. I've experienced more darkness in my short 24 years than I'd ever wish on anyone, even Dick Cheney. But what "they" say is true--all of life, even the ugliness and misery, is important in forming the unique person each of us becomes. I had a teacher in high school who told me that I was "blessed with misery." I wasn't sure how I felt about his remark--wasn't sure that I believed him. About a year later, though, I gained some good perspective and understood what he meant. We are blessed with misery. It isn't that misery and ugliness itself is a blessing, but that blessing and grace often shine in the midst of ugliness and misery. Grace and blessing are what happens when God makes flowers push up through the misery and ugliness.
Five years ago, as a freshman, I wrote a paper about human suffering for my philosophy class. I included some personal stories to illustrate some of my points. And this is some of what my professor said in response: "The world is a beautiful and dangerous place, isn't it. There is so much joy and gladness I can sometimes hardly conain myself. And there is so much pain and misery I can sometimes hardly contain myself. And we live smack dab in the middle. That's where the light shines. In the midst of the darkness. Feet in the mud. Heart in the sky, and grace is right there, for those w/ eyes to see. You seem to be seeing it, and I'm so glad."
Most days, I do indeed see the grace through it all and understand how all of my life's events have made me into the wonderful and strong woman I am becoming. And for that reason, I don't want to forget a second and lose many of the difficult leasons I've learned. As the wise Erykah Badu sings, ""peace and blessings manifest with every lesson learned."
I'll leave you with a few quotes that seem approps:
"Kick at the darkness til it bleeds daylight." --Bruce Cockburn, "Lovers In a Dangerous Time"
"I've been in trouble, but I'm okay. Been through the ringer, but I'm okay. Walls are falling and I'm okay. Under the mercy, and I'm okay." --Bruce Cockburn, "Fascist Architecture"
"Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it no less than in the excitement and gladness: touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it because in the last analysis all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace." --Frederick Buechner
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 20
Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel
While I definitely want to travel out of the U.S. at some point, I definitely want to do an extensive tour of all 50 states. One state in particular that I want to explore that I haven't been to is South Carolina.
I forsee an epic road trip full of adventure and wondrous beauty! :-)
While I definitely want to travel out of the U.S. at some point, I definitely want to do an extensive tour of all 50 states. One state in particular that I want to explore that I haven't been to is South Carolina.
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| mountains! |
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| I especially want to see this, the Angel Oak Tree on John's Island near Charleston, SC -- this colossal beauty is upwards of 1,500 years old! |
Monday, March 28, 2011
Photo Challenge Day 19
Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little
When I was little I loved, loved, loved to play "dress up" - usually wearing dresses, random accesories, and makeup just for fun, and sometimes even just random costumes.
When I was little I loved, loved, loved to play "dress up" - usually wearing dresses, random accesories, and makeup just for fun, and sometimes even just random costumes.
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| no, it wasn't Halloween--I just felt like being a pumpkin :-) |
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| The trend of breaking my wrists began early. But who says one can't still be fashionable with a cast? |
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| Wedding Barbie and I had matching dresses & veils :-) |
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| 'cause fishing & dresses totally go together I spent hours upon hours playing dress up at Grandma's--she had a lot of fun jewelry :-) |
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| sometimes even Jeff would join in the fun and play "Pretty, Pretty Princess" with Grams & me :-) |
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| my neighbor Karina and I carried on the dress up phase throughout elementary school--this was one of her dresses that I loved :-) |
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| this was a flower girl dress my Grams had made for me several years previous--I never wanted to stop wearing it (and yes, I do still have it in my closet) :-) |
Good times, indeed! :-)
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