I sit here, upon a lab computer with familiar, yet strange keyboard, reflecting upon my fortune and my time spent at Messiah. Since my last post, life has been very good. I did see Transformers and it did totally rock. I also made it down to Washington, D.C. and got to hang out with old Abe, and see some war memorials, and visit a few museums. Fun stuff. Even got to each lunch with my girl beneath a weeping willow in the great land of Virginia. This coming Saturday I hope to make it to Philly, maybe see an old friend and some cool things. One never knows.
But more than that, I find myself continually reflecting on the change from Word of Life to Messiah, the differences in schools, in ideology, in atmosphere….all sorts of things. I am also rethinking alot about purpose, and my inner philosophy, what I feel about what I believe, and how strongly I wish to hold to those convictions.
As the year moves towards an end, and Thanksgiving is only a week away! I wonder what the next year will bring. It will be exciting to find out, certainly.
So, there you have it, a short post during some free time in the middle of a class day, with the leaves turning vibrant colors in the mist of autumn. Here is a favorite poem of mine, nostalgic in what memories it brings to mind:
Vagabond Song There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood — Touch of manner, hint of mood; And my heart is like a rhyme, With the yellow and crimson keeping time. The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry Of bugles going by. And my lonely spirit thrills To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills. There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir; We must rise and follow her, When from every hill of flame She calls and calls each vagabond by name. —- Bliss Carman
peace
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