Sunday, September 23, 2012


I think that light speaks to me.
I'm not sure why.
But I soak in natural light.
It gives me energy.
It calms me down.
I can't stand the harsh fluorescent lights everywhere.
Everything is washed out, fades the colors.
Things look more beautiful in real, rich light.
There is a woship song that says,
"I will celebrate the light..."
Perhaps I will.
Sunlight coming through leaves in a tree.
Early morning sun filtering through a curtain.
Twilight making everything blue.
I want more light.

Friday, September 14, 2012


The view from this window is of the cemetary.
And trees.
And rain.
A luxury at John Brown University.
I'm in college.
It's a lot to take in.
But it's incredibly eye-opening.
Everyone here is finding their way, too.
That's good to remember.
I've been listening to violin music.
Reading this blog. I adore her semi-erratic writing style.
And being with people.
Many, many people.
Friends are made so quickly here.
I'm definitely not used to that.
I suppose you kind of have to bond, just to have someone.
It's just so much.
My mind is trying to catch up with all the names and faces and history and places and tips and lessons and advice.
So much.
But not too much.
Not yet.