Autumnal Ardency
3:15 AM
Kelowna, BC
The world outside lies dormant, enshrouded in the darkness of the still night. Leaves on the magnolia tree outside my window sway ever so slightly, absorbing each of my thoughts in our one way telepathic conversation. I cherish these nocturnal bouts of reflection; none of the urgency that the daylight brings is present, and many of the most profound conversations I've been a part of have transpired well beyond the witching hour. Tonight, however, it's just me and the magnolia tree rustling back at me, indicating that I ought to go on...
In September I started taking Portuguese classes at the rec centre. It is amazing how much Spanish is influencing the learning for me. We're one week away from being done the beginner class, and I'm excited that I can understand about half of what our teacher says when she speaks to me in Portuguese.
It's only been in the last several weeks that I am finally not sick in some way. With the exception of two brief periods in July and August, I have not been well since mid-June. I am thankful for all that has gone right and all that has gone wrong (both by my own doing and by factors beyond my control) in the last 4 months, though it has not been without cost. I've been reminded of my own humanity, I've learned who my friends are, that I can't fix everything (nor should I), and while being hated sucks, it's not nearly as bad as I thought it was.
My eyelids gently rise and fall as the world of dreams entices my weary soul. For now I wave my white flag, turning off my bed lamp and voyaging to an illusory land once more.
Kelowna, BC
The world outside lies dormant, enshrouded in the darkness of the still night. Leaves on the magnolia tree outside my window sway ever so slightly, absorbing each of my thoughts in our one way telepathic conversation. I cherish these nocturnal bouts of reflection; none of the urgency that the daylight brings is present, and many of the most profound conversations I've been a part of have transpired well beyond the witching hour. Tonight, however, it's just me and the magnolia tree rustling back at me, indicating that I ought to go on...
In September I started taking Portuguese classes at the rec centre. It is amazing how much Spanish is influencing the learning for me. We're one week away from being done the beginner class, and I'm excited that I can understand about half of what our teacher says when she speaks to me in Portuguese.
It's only been in the last several weeks that I am finally not sick in some way. With the exception of two brief periods in July and August, I have not been well since mid-June. I am thankful for all that has gone right and all that has gone wrong (both by my own doing and by factors beyond my control) in the last 4 months, though it has not been without cost. I've been reminded of my own humanity, I've learned who my friends are, that I can't fix everything (nor should I), and while being hated sucks, it's not nearly as bad as I thought it was.
My eyelids gently rise and fall as the world of dreams entices my weary soul. For now I wave my white flag, turning off my bed lamp and voyaging to an illusory land once more.