All in a day's trip

Nashville is by no means normal.

I'm back (for now)

After roaming the country ( in very good company), I am now resting at home and letting the creative juices flow. I've seen so much of North America pass by my eyes in the last month: Kentucky, Ohio, Illinois, Pennsylvania, New York, New Jersey, Canada, Connecticut, Delaware, Maryland, Washington DC, Massachusetts, Virginia, Colorado, and Oregon (not to mention what I saw from the window of an airplane). We live in a beautiful land and I feel so blessed to have had the chance to discover it, and here are some dis-orderly thoughts on the trip:
How beautiful Niagra Falls are, and the swirling rocks that the falls have worn smooth over time, and the Great Lakes that feed the falls!

The Statue of Liberty is so inspiring in her classical-French-disco confidence, looking over at Ellis Island where so long ago my family came looking for a promised land.

I am thankful for eveery golden hour that my dear travelling companion opened my eyes to.

It was so strange to be in Boston where they celebrate the loss of the British ties that I cling to so desperately.

Of course, it was lovely to be in Williamsburg and Jamestown(e) where the past is so marvellously preserved, and where dolphins and knotty trees can be found along the James River.

What a great thing to be able to visit the place where so many great writers have found inspiration, Concord, with its famous pond. I took Hawthorne away with me.

I remember how fun it was to return to the hills of Tennessee in the company of the Beatles and Bryan Adams with our voices raised to their limits.

The North-West is made of emeralds and rain drops, I am thankful for every chance I get to see is beauty, for Mt.Tabor and
the reprive it has been.

I also remember the ways that God showed His power and artistry to me on the flight home from Portland.

I miss orange leaves.

Forget the plain old silver spoon, this is the spoon I wish I was born with

Of course, it's by Lalique.

Well, I'm feeling a feeling kind-of like despair after my Wallace Stevens paper was a bomb. Now all I can think about is how to make it better before my final when I re-submit it. Sigh.
It's a weird thing, this paper. I didn't have to write it on Wallace Stevens and his imagination, but I wanted to. I'm pretty determined to do it at least. I think there is something of great value in this research, now I just have to figure out what it is.

There are lots of dandelion puffs in the lawn at my school, I like the way one can spread little growing lives all over just by touching them! It's a rather romantical concept, I think.

I found our kittens today, they must be 3 weeks old already, their eyes were open. Their mother hid them well, but what a delightful surprise! One black, one white and black, and one tan-ish, like the mom. They are so fuzzy! I picked up the box and carried it into the house and grinning showed each member of my family what I'd found. "What is it?" they say. "Just open it!" I say. Three fuzzy lives.

I'm going to go see if there are any salamanders outside.