Such are the ins and outs of life, frienship, and spirituality
I'm taking SIX classes in the fall. It's going to be a crazy semester and I anticipate losing touch with said friends, most of whom aren't rooted very well in the first place, so I've discovered. It's actually really been bothering me. But Facebook has a nice trick of hiding people that you don't want to see or think about.
To prepare for this semester, I'm hoping to get hold of some of my books early so I can start reading and begin some pieces for creative writing. I'm sure I can get a good idea of what to expect from people who have already taken his class.
The most trying part about writing is figuring out WHAT to write. It often depends on what I'm reading.
Yesterday I read practically the whole first Harry Potter book while waiting for Sheila's baby to get here. I arrived at 9am and waited for David Michael Akio Williams until 6:45pm, after a long day of complications, as often follow high risk pregnancies. It was worth the wait, though. He's beautiful and he has no idea yet how much love waits for him.
Yesterday was also the anniversary of our friend Seana's death. I really do miss her. Even though she was living in Miami most of the time, she always kept her promises to come around. On 4th of July last year, she heard that I was home alone with Chico and, even though she was exhausted from the drive, she still took the time to come spend time with me. That was her way. When she said friendship, she meant it. I keep learning from that.
It still feels like we are living in a hotel, enjoying a nice, quiet vacation in the back of the apartment complex, and soon we will be backing and moving under our parent's roof again. Still waiting for it to sink in. My house. MY house. It's even hard to say sometimes. Still, it's so nice to have space and freedom. And the best thing is, I don't feel the least bit threatened here. When I lived at home, almost every night before bed I used to have to rebuke some scary idea (or spirit?) that seemed to be lurking in the shadows. But here, there's no room for shadows. They must have fallen off of me at the door the first day we came.
To prepare for this semester, I'm hoping to get hold of some of my books early so I can start reading and begin some pieces for creative writing. I'm sure I can get a good idea of what to expect from people who have already taken his class.
The most trying part about writing is figuring out WHAT to write. It often depends on what I'm reading.
Yesterday I read practically the whole first Harry Potter book while waiting for Sheila's baby to get here. I arrived at 9am and waited for David Michael Akio Williams until 6:45pm, after a long day of complications, as often follow high risk pregnancies. It was worth the wait, though. He's beautiful and he has no idea yet how much love waits for him.
Yesterday was also the anniversary of our friend Seana's death. I really do miss her. Even though she was living in Miami most of the time, she always kept her promises to come around. On 4th of July last year, she heard that I was home alone with Chico and, even though she was exhausted from the drive, she still took the time to come spend time with me. That was her way. When she said friendship, she meant it. I keep learning from that.
It still feels like we are living in a hotel, enjoying a nice, quiet vacation in the back of the apartment complex, and soon we will be backing and moving under our parent's roof again. Still waiting for it to sink in. My house. MY house. It's even hard to say sometimes. Still, it's so nice to have space and freedom. And the best thing is, I don't feel the least bit threatened here. When I lived at home, almost every night before bed I used to have to rebuke some scary idea (or spirit?) that seemed to be lurking in the shadows. But here, there's no room for shadows. They must have fallen off of me at the door the first day we came.