I love being alive.
Isn't air wonderful?
Isn't breathing glorious?
Isn't frosted, crystalline world beautiful?
Isn't God good?
Isn't today a new and spectacular day?
Yes.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Thoughts
Grad school is hanging rather ominously over my life right now. I just wish I knew where I am going for sure. Its funny how exciting not knowing can sometimes be, and how it sometimes can be a rather life-sucking feeling. I suppose it is my attitude about it. I just don't know.
The snow kissed my face all day yesterday, a million little freezing kisses, and the air stung the back of my neck, which is a pleasant feeling over-all. It reminds you that you are alive and can feel.
I was driving the other day and I got caught up in that feeling of whooshing by other people and their lives without giving any thought to them. I don't think I like driving at all, I'm convinced that it really does de-humanize you.
I saw an old map that featured the Island of California. I wonder if that map maker had ever even been to California. If he had, I'm sure that he would have noticed a particular lack of ocean between California and the rest of the United States. There were also sea monsters, but even they are more believable.
I get to be with my brothers and my friends tonight. I love them and pretty soon I won't get to see them very much at all, because I'll be far away, so I am savoring every last moment.
I miss the flowers and the leaves. Winter seems to be reigning extra long this year.
The snow kissed my face all day yesterday, a million little freezing kisses, and the air stung the back of my neck, which is a pleasant feeling over-all. It reminds you that you are alive and can feel.
I was driving the other day and I got caught up in that feeling of whooshing by other people and their lives without giving any thought to them. I don't think I like driving at all, I'm convinced that it really does de-humanize you.
I saw an old map that featured the Island of California. I wonder if that map maker had ever even been to California. If he had, I'm sure that he would have noticed a particular lack of ocean between California and the rest of the United States. There were also sea monsters, but even they are more believable.
I get to be with my brothers and my friends tonight. I love them and pretty soon I won't get to see them very much at all, because I'll be far away, so I am savoring every last moment.
I miss the flowers and the leaves. Winter seems to be reigning extra long this year.
Monday, January 19, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Andrew Wyeth 1917-2009
Andrew Wyeth has passed away. It is sad that he is gone, but it brings to mind the question of if a great artist can ever really die. I'm of the opinion that they live on through their works, a sort of tangible immortality.
Wednesday, January 07, 2009
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