Your Birthdate: August 5 |
With a birthday on the 5th of the month you are inclined to work well with people and enjoy them. You are talented and versatile, very good at presenting ideas. You may have a tendency to get itchy feet at times and need change and travel. You tend to be very progressive, imaginative and adaptable. Your mind is quick, clever and analytical. A restlessness in your nature may make you a bit impatient and easily bored with routine. You may have a tendency to shirk responsibility |
Friday, May 13, 2005
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Sunday, May 08, 2005
Sunday morning, rain is falling
I mean that in the relaxed Maroon 5 song way because I just had the best Sunday ever.
It started terribly with me in a bad mood feeling bad about not having studied better yesterday, not sleeping well, allergies, not going to lunch, not saying goodbye to my pet Georgia in a proper burial, and then having to run off to meet a group to work on a small paper.
After the letter to a public policy maker was finished, I decided to sit behind Mellby in my plot to read. The whole area was full of life. It was shaded and pleasantly cool; things were moving all around me. After giving up on my reading, I put David Orr down and looked around me for long, perfect moments that stretched out into a seeming eternity. As I meditated on what I saw, and smelled, and felt, and heard, I could feel God in the soft grass between my fingers. And in the squirrel next to me. The bugs crawling on my Campus Ecology reading. The trees that swayed gracefully with newly unfurled leaves. In the wind that was racing swiftly over the hill and through me. As the wind touched me, I looked down and realized that I was a part of this magnificent divine creation. I felt blessed and connected to life all over the planet. Time slowed to a near standstill and I could take in this wonderful moments.
Then I realized that my trees looked like the shire! Howard Shore played in my head. I went in to get my camera and I came back out to bury Georgia under the trees and take Mellby pictures. I was standing on a trash can when out came Cathy on her way to cut lilacs. I joined her and we happily and rebelliously walked around campus cutting small sprigs and inhaling the heavenly scent. There's something infinitely wonderful about lilacs in the spring!
After walking back to Mellby, I carried the bouquet to my room. I packed a bit more before my parents came down. My mom was wearing the jewelry I had made her!! My mother and father and I went out to the Tavern (after checking MANY restaurants only to find they were closed for Sunday) and ate outside. We talked and laughed and just enjoyed one another's company. It was so rare and precious! Usually at home, someone is getting mad over something but it's different when they visit me. St. Olaf is pacifying and seems to bring out the best in everyone.
After we came back, we walked behind Mellby and in the quad appreciating the memorial chime tower (where I could point out the bundle containing Nic's chime) and the flowering crab apple trees. I never had appreciated limestone until recently (see an earlier blog entry last semester) but I marvel at the buildings' construction now. Besides of the verdant green and the company of my parents, it felt wonderful to be outside because the air was electric the way it is just before a storm moves through. It's exciting and vibrant and still tranquil all at once. My dad brought petals from the blossoms of our crab apple tree and they remind me of home.
Despite the desire to relax and see familiar sights of Grandview Road, I can't help but realize that St. Olaf is my place now. I've made a full life for myself here and I feel at peace. I only hope that thought will carry me through finals and Commencement Weekend. I cannot wait to see Jimmy when he comes home and to walk everywhere with him. He's the one piece that was missing from this perfect Sunday.
It started terribly with me in a bad mood feeling bad about not having studied better yesterday, not sleeping well, allergies, not going to lunch, not saying goodbye to my pet Georgia in a proper burial, and then having to run off to meet a group to work on a small paper.
After the letter to a public policy maker was finished, I decided to sit behind Mellby in my plot to read. The whole area was full of life. It was shaded and pleasantly cool; things were moving all around me. After giving up on my reading, I put David Orr down and looked around me for long, perfect moments that stretched out into a seeming eternity. As I meditated on what I saw, and smelled, and felt, and heard, I could feel God in the soft grass between my fingers. And in the squirrel next to me. The bugs crawling on my Campus Ecology reading. The trees that swayed gracefully with newly unfurled leaves. In the wind that was racing swiftly over the hill and through me. As the wind touched me, I looked down and realized that I was a part of this magnificent divine creation. I felt blessed and connected to life all over the planet. Time slowed to a near standstill and I could take in this wonderful moments.
Then I realized that my trees looked like the shire! Howard Shore played in my head. I went in to get my camera and I came back out to bury Georgia under the trees and take Mellby pictures. I was standing on a trash can when out came Cathy on her way to cut lilacs. I joined her and we happily and rebelliously walked around campus cutting small sprigs and inhaling the heavenly scent. There's something infinitely wonderful about lilacs in the spring!
After walking back to Mellby, I carried the bouquet to my room. I packed a bit more before my parents came down. My mom was wearing the jewelry I had made her!! My mother and father and I went out to the Tavern (after checking MANY restaurants only to find they were closed for Sunday) and ate outside. We talked and laughed and just enjoyed one another's company. It was so rare and precious! Usually at home, someone is getting mad over something but it's different when they visit me. St. Olaf is pacifying and seems to bring out the best in everyone.
After we came back, we walked behind Mellby and in the quad appreciating the memorial chime tower (where I could point out the bundle containing Nic's chime) and the flowering crab apple trees. I never had appreciated limestone until recently (see an earlier blog entry last semester) but I marvel at the buildings' construction now. Besides of the verdant green and the company of my parents, it felt wonderful to be outside because the air was electric the way it is just before a storm moves through. It's exciting and vibrant and still tranquil all at once. My dad brought petals from the blossoms of our crab apple tree and they remind me of home.
Despite the desire to relax and see familiar sights of Grandview Road, I can't help but realize that St. Olaf is my place now. I've made a full life for myself here and I feel at peace. I only hope that thought will carry me through finals and Commencement Weekend. I cannot wait to see Jimmy when he comes home and to walk everywhere with him. He's the one piece that was missing from this perfect Sunday.
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