December 13, 2007

ee cummings is a genius

I am absolutely enamored with ee cummings' poetry. I'm talking true, unfettered, love love love. he puts words to things I couldn't even dream of doing... and he doesn't use capital letters, which makes me love him even more! so I'm taking the opportunity to share this, one of my favorite poems of his... I hope it speaks to your soul like it does mine.

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
--i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth's own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
--i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

December 12, 2007

love hurts sometimes, when you do it right

patient friends and loved ones -
as it turns out, during finals/tests/stressful times in general, I have this bizarre tendency to become a hermit. seriously. even thinking or considering doing something like blogging or returning phone calls made my head hurt. but never fear my tiny friends, because the drought is over, and I am back and better than ever! or at least back. it is almost midnight on the night after my last final, so I mean, I make no promises about coherency or anything of that sort, but I WILL attempt to update you on my life and times since the last time I updated like 40 years ago. although, at this moment, I can barely remember a time that I wasn't studying. hmm.
so in Colorado, it snows a lot. like a lot a lot. which is fun and pretty - also treacherous. I have fallen upwards of five times already... mostly when I'm by myself, luckily. however, I have had one public ice-ass moment - but what would a good month be without one of those, right? needless to say, I'm walking out of a restaurant one night with a bunch of friends, and I see that the car I came in is about to load and leave. so I'm thinking I'm pretty funny, and I take off running for the car and yell "shotgun! haha - just kidd..." about the time I got to "!" my right foot hit a patch of ice right by my friends, sending both feet perfectly out from under me and butt firmly to the pavement. perfect. after the .45 seconds it took to discover that I was not injured, clearly, laughter ensued. and I died a little on the inside when I realized that I will never be graceful. or cool. dangit.
in other news, I have officially completed my first semester of grad school, which is slightly insane, but also kind of special. (what?) anyway, let me engage you in a first semester assessment of my life here in good old Denver:
school is lovely. I am not much for school in general, but I do love my program and what I'm learning and stuff. turns out, however, that to become a counselor you don't have to not be crazy necessarily (which is lucky for me, as many of you can attest), but you have to be AWARE of all of the ways in which you are crazy so you don't make other people crazy. at least thats how I see it. I have done more self-analysis this semester than I ever hope to do again, and am consequently terribly aware of all of my psychoses. healthy? perhaps. fun? not really at all. but such is life.
my new seminary friends are not nearly as lame as I thought they might be, which is a plus! ok I kid, I kid, but for realzzz - I love the people I am getting to know and I feel super about being here. I love Denver, I do love my new house (complete with 3 new roomies and 2 pretty puppies!), I love my DS friends, I love my non-DS friends (read: Alix and Melanie), and I am really just feeling like life is but a dream. too much touchy-feely emotion for one post? deal with it. I like my life.
since it's been like 4 months since my last post, I feel like I could go on forever - I never have understood quite what the meaning of "concise" was - but I feel that no one will read past the part where I ate it on the ice anyway. so I think I'll go to sleep. tomorrow I am having people over for dinner and am making chili... which sounded like a super idea until I remembered that I have actually no idea how to make chili, and now I am cooking it for like 15 people. OOPS! better get on that.

its good to be back, blog-stalkers - I have missed you knowing creepy amounts of information about my life! oh, and song of the day: In the Sun by Joseph Arthur

peace, love, and mariah carey's christmas album,
megan "so excited for christmas break she can hardly contain herself" greaves

family picture gone terribly wrong...

be honest, you love the velvet turtleneck.

allison and beckie, whom I adoooore

shelbie essentially stole my heart over thanksgiving