Happy Christmas…

25 December 2005

…as they say in England.

I should not post much now. For various reasons. Among which are the fact that I am currently shamelessly hogging a computer that is entirely not mine. And I’m beginning to feel the shame. 😉

I miss you. All of you. But England is great. Fabulous. Wonderful. Forget it; there’s not a word to describe an entire culture, particularly one that I have come to love over the two times I’ve been here. But it really is great. And the people…how I love people. What an odd introvert I am sometimes!!!

I wish there were more I could say in the time I have…please know that I love you all, and wish you a very merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year (if I don’t get back here before then).

And top on my list of Things To Do the Next Time I Come to England…bring enough money to buy at least two pairs of boots (one black, one brown), because they do boots astonishingly well here. And second on my list? Marvel and what a girly girl I can be sometimes…

Much love.

Cheers.

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Happy Christmas…

25 December 2005

…as they say in England.

I should not post much now. For various reasons. Among which are the fact that I am currently shamelessly hogging a computer that is entirely not mine. And I’m beginning to feel the shame. 😉

I miss you. All of you. But England is great. Fabulous. Wonderful. Forget it; there’s not a word to describe an entire culture, particularly one that I have come to love over the two times I’ve been here. But it really is great. And the people…how I love people. What an odd introvert I am sometimes!!!

I wish there were more I could say in the time I have…please know that I love you all, and wish you a very merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year (if I don’t get back here before then).

And top on my list of Things To Do the Next Time I Come to England…bring enough money to buy at least two pairs of boots (one black, one brown), because they do boots astonishingly well here. And second on my list? Marvel and what a girly girl I can be sometimes…

Much love.

Cheers.

News

19 December 2005

For those of you to whom this means something, Dave and I are official. As in, he’s my boyfriend and I’m his girlfriend and that’s how we will be introducing each other from now on.

I should be excited. I AM excited. But I’m also terrified. The last time I was someone’s girlfriend…well, let’s just say it didn’t go too well, and I’m a little wary of wanting to be with anyone. And I’m scared of the unknown…this could lead to my life changing a lot, or it could blow up in my face, both of which are at least a little scary. But I like Dave a lot, and I care a lot about him, and I’m attracted to him. So I think this is a good thing.

In other news, I leave for England TOMORROW. Yippie!!!!

Advent

16 December 2005

Since we’re now going on the fouth Sunday of Advent, and since I’m finally done with school and can focus on things like the coming of Jesus to the earth, here are a few Adventish reflections (not to be confused with plain, old, Entish reflections, which generally involve talking trees and still waters).

But first, a caveat. I say nothing new here (I hope!). What I do say here has hit me, in some ways, for the first time, or at least harder than it has before.

What a gift Jesus was! And what a great story! And what a way to make all the pieces of the puzzle fit together and come out butterfly-beautiful and not squashed-caterpillar-mush! Every baby is a gift. Anyone who has held one and reflected even a bit on it knows that. But imagine holding the Christ-child (ok, I like Ignatius, I admit it). Imagine being Mary and having him squirming and sleeping and dreaming and waking and blinking in your arms. Imagine knowing that he is special, that he is the One (move over, Neo!), that he will do untold, unimaginable things.

And then the story…as Christians, we’re different from the Greeks and Romans in that our God didn’t come to earth to ravish a maiden. He didn’t even come as some hot guy with washboard abs to make the girls ooh and ahh. Instead, he came as a helpless baby. In that, he really shared our experience, more than any other god in any other story. Sure, mythology contains myriads of stories of gods coming to earth. Some of them even came benevolently. But ours? He came as a tiny, perfect, squalling babe, and had to grow and change and have his voice crack and have his friends hurt him and be loved imperfectly. He came and knew the full experience of being human.

And then, the puzzle pieces. Without Jesus, the Old Testament really does read like the ravings of some lunatic rabbi who wanted to justify his religion. Without the fulfillment, without the love and the ending of the Law and the explaining why the Law was there and the offering of salvation to the Jews and to all men, the story is haphazard, half-assed, bizarre. With Jesus, with his birth, death, resurrection, and everything else in between, the story makes sense. That, maybe more than anything else, is why I believe in the eventual return of Christ and the resurrection of the dead, and heaven and all that–because without it, the story is still incomplete. If God came once to make the story make sense, then its only coherent that he will come again, to add an ending to his beginning and middle. And so I believe, because it makes sense and, because of that sense, I believe in more sense in the future.

To blog or not to blog…

16 December 2005

Hey, that ought to be on a T-shirt. Remind me to email the THI Alumni folder with that one.

On the plate today: would I rather graduate in December or May? And the answer? Well, they both have their own value. In December, you get smaller crowds, more intimacy, more personal attention. But it also almost feels like an afterthought, at least in some ways. In May, you have to deal with a lot more people, and it’s all less intimate and personal, but you feel more like you’ve DONE something when it’s all over and you’re facing the (inevitable?) letdown. I wish I could have it all ways–small crowds, big intimacy, and a big enough show so I feel like I actually achieved something. Probably not possible, in this world.

That said, many congrats to Katie and to Sara, both of whom I love dearly and without whom my graduate experience would have been much different (and much worse!) than it has been. I’ll join you in May!

To blog or not to blog…

16 December 2005

Hey, that ought to be on a T-shirt. Remind me to email the THI Alumni folder with that one.

On the plate today: would I rather graduate in December or May? And the answer? Well, they both have their own value. In December, you get smaller crowds, more intimacy, more personal attention. But it also almost feels like an afterthought, at least in some ways. In May, you have to deal with a lot more people, and it’s all less intimate and personal, but you feel more like you’ve DONE something when it’s all over and you’re facing the (inevitable?) letdown. I wish I could have it all ways–small crowds, big intimacy, and a big enough show so I feel like I actually achieved something. Probably not possible, in this world.

That said, many congrats to Katie and to Sara, both of whom I love dearly and without whom my graduate experience would have been much different (and much worse!) than it has been. I’ll join you in May!

I’m Done!!!

15 December 2005

This semester is finally over. FINALLY!!!

I realised today why I’m so tired, and why my body just can’t get over this whatever it is. It’s not just that I haven’t taken care of myself this semester, though that is at least somewhat true. Mostly, I just haven’t gotten enough sleep. I kept thinking, “I’m really not sleeping enough,” but it didn’t seem to be affecting me, so I didn’t really do anything about it. No, I didn’t do anything about it AT ALL. But I really thought I was fine (as a friend of mine put it, “You thought you got away with it!”).

Anyhow, I don’t think that this is the only reason why I’m sick and can’t really get better. So much has gone on inside me this semester…well, over the last year, anyway. And growing internally, at least in this theory, takes a lot of energy, just like growing physically. Since the soul is connected to the body, some of that energy, maybe even a lot of that energy, comes from the body. And so my body is tired, because its been feeding my soul all semester.

Or, at least, that’s what I’d like to think.