| Friday, March 24, 2006 |
| Spring is in the Air People! |
<--- This is where I want to be right now.
Have I told anyone out there how much I am ready for winter to be over? As I am stuck here in the library, mindlessly (is this a good thing, probably not) writing papers that I am solely writing to get them done (once again, not a good thing) to finish my BA, I am wondering what on earth I am doing. Or perhaps the better question: why on earth am I doing it? I LOVE learning. I really, really do. What I hate is when I feel I am doing something that isn't applicable. Now, keep in mind that writing an exegetical on 1 John 4:7-21 probably is applicable because it's studying Scripture on a deeper level... but sometimes, I just don't know. When I look at my screen and all I see is outline waiting to be filled and my brain is empty - forcing myself to write just doesn't seem like something I want to do. So, yesterday, after staring at my computer for an entire day, trying to write... I went for a walk. I thought maybe some excercise/fresh air would stimulate the mind. Instead, I found myself walking on this lonely little piece of gravel road that was peeking up through the snow. I tried so hard to feel thorough the soles of my feet every pebble and rock and squishy piece of soil there was to feel. I LOVE summer... I love being warm, I love feeling the sun on my skin: perhaps that is part of what this inability to write is all about. I have felt so cooped up these last couple months. Is it wrong to look forward to summer as a time when I'll be able to breathe? I don't know... but I'm sure I'll be able to breathe a bit clearer then than I can in this stuffy old library. Booyeah Hermeneutics. |
posted by Erica @ 8:27 a.m.  |
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| Thursday, March 16, 2006 |
| Twilight |
The following is a poem I wrote a couple nights ago while talking with one of the girls in the dorm. I was inspired by the depth of realness that tears are often wrought by. It is silly how we as a society have come to fear the release that accompanies tears; sometimes I am so debilitated by my own fear that I struggle with letting anyone see the outward expression of my inward emotions. The littlest things in life can inspire a tear: a child playing, a song, a kiss... I want to work at being more real with what I am feeling on the inside. And so, as afraid as I am that everyone out there will laugh at the ridiculousness of my writing, I offer this poem:
"Twilight"
Tears.
Gentle and Pure.
Oh, how sweet and soft;
To feel them kiss and caress the gentle curve of my cheek -
Love's painful gift.
Eyes shine so bright
As pools gather and glisten;
Twilight.
You are my inspiration...
Oh, little one.
Let them come. Let them come.
Be washed -
In the silver.
Feel beautiful. Feel
Tomorrow's sun will spring forth
Live it - live the life
Do not fear nature's kiss -
Let them come. Let them come. |
| posted by Erica @ 1:32 p.m. |
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| Thursday, March 02, 2006 |
| Johari and Nohari |
I just went to Berto's site and did these test things for him and thought it would be cool to have people do the same for me. I am very curious to see what you all will say. It was most definitely hardest doing the Nohari, I felt bad saying weaknesses for someone else, but maybe that is how we learn... do these for me ok?
Johari Window
Nohari Window
I do not get why this doesn't seem to be working... does anyone have any ideas??? |
| posted by Erica @ 4:43 p.m. |
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