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Shosholoza
It's fall, and the business of colors and coldness are in full swing. Every day when I walk outside of my house I wade through a pile of crunchy, beautiful flakes of gold beneath my feet and with the smoky tendrils of my breath trailing behind me into the crisp autumn air. So, this is what they mean by seasons? I guess it's not too bad. The ( Read more... ) -
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"It's not about the politics, guys. It's about the dream. It's about the fact that---I'm South African, I don't want to be President. But by looking at Obama, I see that my dreams are possible to. So are yours. That is what is important ( Read more... ) -
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So....I kinda had a breakdown moment today ( Read more... ) -
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To celebrate my third week of taking Zulu, I'm going to write very briefly in it, before I go back to the grind of my "working/avoiding work/returning to work guiltily" cycle ( Read more... ) -
3/5?
I have made it to Urbana-Champaign, and I have much to write about my road trip and the emotional exchanges that have gone on since then. However, today warrants one simple entry ( Read more... ) -
Grieving
Grief rises and crashes like waves ( Read more... ) -
Chasing Pavement and Traveling Light....
While journaling yesterday, absentmindedly and trying to feel connected to the God I love and reconcile him to the life that occasionally feels very out of my control, I came across this quote:
"If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness and fears. "
Cesare Pavese (1908-1950) ( Read more... ) -
Mexico 2008
This is quite a bit to read, so if you make it through, I'll be quite impressed, and rather grateful, to be honest.
I'm sitting in my completely cluttered apartment, listening to Malvinda Reynolds' self-righteous yet piercing folk song "Little Boxes," and contemplating what exactly to write. The first two weeks after high school teaching have ( Read more... ) -
Saying goodbye to Francis Parker
Goodbye my friends
Goodbye to evening parties
Remember me
In the spring
To work for your bread
Soon you must leave
Remember your family
Work for your children
I don't need much
And the older I become
I realize
My friendships
Lord carry me over
Any course of distance
Any cause of sorrow
My friends that last
Will dance one more time
With me
I don't ( Read more... )