Blog Post 38.
i picked up the orange, having carried it from southern Spain, knowing how sweet it would be this time of year, knowing how long it had been since you last had an orange.
Category: tid bits
snow day no rules
Blog Post 37.
I was in a Daniels College of Business study room at 10pm on the evening of March 13th alongside friends Nathan Garrett, Sam Noonan and Joe Sieben. We were doing our best to study against the harsh procrastination-inducing winds of week 10 that pushed us toward all places but that wherein our research papers would be completed.
Then, something amazing happened.
Protected: peppermint- to never be published
it is time to reflect (v)
Blog Post 35.
Feeling secure in the world.
Abroad did not change me. But it did allow me to meet more of who I am in the face of uncertainty, in the face of loneliness and in the occasional face of boredom. It gave to me new places and people to love. And it provided yet another opportunity to reaffirm that everything is- and will be- okay.
it is time to reflect (iii)
Blog Post 33.
Knowing that I was growing up.
Part of growing up, I realize, is that metaphor of closing the chapters. I am learning that opportunities only exist up until a certain point in life. That, regardless of the steps I take to keep my options open, the world of which I am a part keeps moving, the universe in which this world exists keeps expanding and the clocks continue ticking. The vastness of what is to come becomes smaller in some ways; the me of the past occupies more space as the me of the future occupies less.
the peach tree
Blog Post 30.
This summer we walked to the neighbor’s peach tree to steal peaches that wouldn’t get eaten were it not for us and our devious ways. I usually wore a dress decorated with crustaceans and I would bring a dish towel to rub the surplus fuzz and stray bugs off our stolen goodies.
the garden
Blog Post 29.
We seek the garden.
Whatever that means to each of us, whatever the garden is and however it manifests.
We’re all out searching for it, wanting it.
a trip home
Blog Post 28.
Tiz and Lucas are outside before six in the morning, ready to take me to the airport. Fifteen minutes later, that’s where we are. I say goodbye to them, wishing we’d spent a little more time together in the past two weeks but thankful for what we had. I grab my bags and head in. It’s seven-thirty in the morning and the plane is taking off. As it does, Sleeping on the Floor by the Lumineers serendipitously plays in my earbuds and I make my customary sign of the cross. Now the sun burns the eastern walls of the frozen buildings below. We fly north by the Sandias.
a brief poem about my recent loss of wisdom
Blog Post 27.
This may be one of my most serious pieces. Almost one week ago I underwent an operation and have since been convalescing by watching movies, reading and blatantly disregarding the work I still have left to do to finish my classes from Spain. Maybe it’s procrastination, maybe it’s denial that abroad is over- or that it happened at all. Regardless, the Theory of Everything is a fantastic film.
Today I tried to write a bit of a song on guitar but it turned into this free-form poem that basically explains itself and the last week of my life (more or less).
Continue reading a brief poem about my recent loss of wisdom
let me tell you about madi baca
Blog Post 26.
Some friends are keepers for life. For me, as for most people, these friends are few and far between. One such human in my life (she has been part of it for some time) is Madi Baca. She is the strangest young bud I know but I like the cut of her jib and she brings a great deal of spunk to my life.
Kulani Sol 