tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80346441313015604812024-03-14T03:26:11.683-05:00danae marieAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-70414090598525995422015-07-20T09:02:00.004-05:002015-07-20T09:09:03.826-05:00Edinburgh, Scotland: Green on Every Side <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
Edinburgh is a haven of lush living green perfection. The climate is temperate, without any real winter and cool, misty summers. The city invites you in with a kind, thickly accented, "G'mornin, Luve." And let me tell you, being surrounded by a region this vibrant and alive, who couldn't feel optimistic about the world's environment and the general health of human civilization? </div>
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These photographs were taken over the course of two days with no filter added! </div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The summer before the millennia, 1999, my mom and dad were building their new home from scratch in the ex-corn fields of West Michigan. My aunts and uncles came for a family reunion to help build at one point, I think. All I remember is that dirt was everywhere. My cousin Meg got our van stuck in the long muddy driveway, I think it took about three uncles and my dad and thirty minutes to get her out. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Meg was pretty old, she could already drive, but our other cousins, Jake and Joe, were almost my age (just a couple years older). They both played baseball, not professionally of course, they weren't old enough yet, only about eleven and nine, but they played on a team all year, even during the summer. I guess they didn't get a lot of vacation time, so the fact that they were spending it with us was pretty special. Anyway, t</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; white-space: pre-wrap;">he black and gold dirt was everywhere that summer. When I looked at our yard, it reminded me of a marble cake or a desert wasteland with no weeds. Naturally, m</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; white-space: pre-wrap;">ud fights were the most exhilarating thing in the world. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">My two cousins and my</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"> older siblings and I scrambled across the packed, never-ending source of ammunition. I never really thought about how Jake and Joe were such good baseball players, and they could throw about ten times better than me on a bad day. I guess I just never bothered to make the connection. </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">Although, o</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">ne day in particular, I do remember hiding behind a dune half scared out of my mind. If I'm honest with you, sometimes the war became pretty serious and somehow everyone else knew what team they were on and I was just the little fifth one, chucking at whoever came close enough. Except Nate, </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.3636360168457px; line-height: 21.8181819915772px; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">I wouldn’t ever throw dirt at Nate</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 1.5; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;">. I stuck my head just over the tip of the dune.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I turned to look, but it was too late. S</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">mack</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. I tasted it before I felt it. The hardest piece of dirt in the whole world smeared me across my right cheek and exploded in my mouth. Now, I was not a baby, I knew that if I was going to get myself involved in a war, I was going to get hit. But no one considers how the biggest, baddest, rock-hard chunk of black dirt, bigger than your whole fist, might just nail you clear across your entire jawbone and shatter in a million tiny pieces halfway down your throat. I didn't understand what was happening as the impact threw me down. I felt my body being spun sideways as I skidded face first in dirt. Blood and drool and mud came out like vomit. I started howling like a hyena and holding the mess of red and black dirt in my hands and looking at my cousin like I was going to murder him. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-5408268477376834562014-09-20T18:30:00.002-05:002014-09-21T06:52:33.514-05:00Dear Grandpa<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: left;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-29908832003046419372014-08-25T21:29:00.000-05:002014-08-26T05:15:47.864-05:00Traffic LightsWe were staring at the traffic light, waiting for the color to change from red to green. We were silent as the city sounds spoke for us. I liked the presence of these strangers<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.363636016845703px; white-space: pre-wrap;">—</span>with them I felt my absence. Like a mirror, I was a reflection of their human face. Mostly, they didn't know they saw me<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.363636016845703px; white-space: pre-wrap;">—</span>only recognizing the busy traffic sights.<br>
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In the distance I could see the yellow screens of plastic as the lights in the floating lamps moved down. People were starting, slowing, stopping in the perpetual rhythm conducted by our law of light. And I wasn't alone. We were all waiting for the signal to turn. I looked at the man to my left. I imagined he was involved with important affairs<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.363636016845703px; white-space: pre-wrap;">—</span>yet he could just as easily be falling into some great loss<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16.363636016845703px; white-space: pre-wrap;">—it made no difference. To me this man was all but invisible. I'd forget him after the street was crossed. </span><br>
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Everyone was starting, slowing, stopping. The little lights moved down their metal frames. I supposed there was some sort of meaning, people truly believe in the traffic light. We believe in the unchanging change of three colors, this belief makes society better. I wondered if other beliefs could work like that. The man didn't notice I was staring. We were all impatiently waiting to return home, to eat, to be left in peace and forget about the invisible faces we saw.<br>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-32135616970227276992014-08-13T14:05:00.001-05:002014-08-13T19:27:54.594-05:00Tolstoy's Confession: A Quotable Format<div>
One of my goals for this year was to read something by Tolstoy. Not wanting to dive into anything as long as <i>War and Peace</i>, I chose a much shorter, but no less heady excerpt: <i>A Confession</i>. Within these pages, Tolstoy explains his early life and his struggle for meaning and how he came to find it in his own way. I've highlighted some quotes that I think reveal the essence of this incredible little book, from beginning to end: </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-88998549002063850962014-07-30T12:20:00.000-05:002014-07-30T12:20:43.115-05:00New Beginnings: Breaking and RemakingI'm settled into my new home on the east side of Michigan, and I think I finally have something to write about.<br />
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This is a blog post, not an essay. I don't have a driving thesis here, I'm just confessing my thoughts, asking questions, and probably writing more than necessary.<br />
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My spiritual growth seems to come in sudden spurts that steadily build on variations of the same theme. My last growth spurt was in Asia, where the world suddenly expanded to shocking proportions and I realized the very small space I utilize in this enormous environment: I call it the "de-centering" effect.<br />
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Before I left for China/Thailand, I was involved at my church and campus community. I wanted to know everyone and pour myself into as many lives as I could. I signed up for volunteer programs, campus events, whatever I could manage. Post-China, I did nothing. Community outreach and fund raising seemed meaningless to me, even absurd.<br />
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This question haunted me: How could it ever possibly be enough?<br />
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I began to believe my lifestyle was insulting. I understood who I was, in a way. I was born into privilege, caught up in a highly Westernized Christian culture, attempting to reach down over my life-hedge to spread Christ's love. I saw this as ridiculous. I understood that even saving the whole country of China couldn't possibly satisfy God, that's not what He wanted from me. In this way, I grew. I set my mind to find joy in the monotony of life, being thankful for the small space and timeframe I occupied. Still, it hurt my heart to think about my purpose too deeply (or the lack thereof), so I stopped trying and pretended it didn't matter. In the mean time, I was drawn to other, less Westernized religions in search of a better way to live.<br />
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I stopped hearing the pastor's sermons. I'd listen and walk away wondering, "did he really believe any of that? Do I? Do any of these people?" I couldn't help thinking if we did, our lives would look different. I wanted to give up and, amidst my search for meaning, came to embrace a humanistic pursuit of pleasure and happiness. The pursuit of happiness in itself can be a great reward, and is enough for many people.<br />
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It wasn't that I had lost my faith, it was that my faith had lost its former meaning. I wanted to cling to what I had always believed, but the tighter I held on, the more it seemed to dissolve in my hands. Along with the disillusioning of myself, China had broken through the holes of my Christian lifestyle.<br />
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Now, I am living on my own and once again feeling growing pain. A dear friend has been challenging me to reevaluate my life and what I want--or rather, what the Christian Way looks like. What should I want? I don't want success if success means taking one step after another on the ladder of illusionary goals masquerading as a sensible means of purpose--an ideal career, money, material wealth, and/or a happy family. It's not that such a climb is wrong, but it easily can be. It has the potential to draw us away from our need for God and people. There can be beauty, Truth, and goodness in the mundane, ordinary things in life (even while climbing the ladder), I know, I've seen glimpses, but...<br />
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I have to believe there is something more. The de-centering showed me that it isn't about my individual works and good heart (i.e. trying to be a good Christian and save China). I alone shouldn't be the focus or center, that is a very individualistic, American way to understand Christianity. Christianity is a body of people centered around Christ, I am a part of the whole--the whole body of Christ. This is where it can get tricky, and a little too abstract.<br />
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People complain about the church, Christ's body, everyday, multiple times a day, so there's no need for me to add to the white noise. However, I know that I need people, God's people, who will challenge me and lovingly demand that I live rightly and give of myself. I need people further along in their own understanding of God and life, who can challenge my lifestyle and provide a clearer picture of what Christ looks like. Such people draw attention away from themselves and point instead to a better Way of living. Without mindlessly climbing or consuming, they are beings who are active in the body, allowing the body to move as a body should. They need the body to live as much as the body needs them.<br />
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Maybe these people aren't necessarily "reaching out" (or down) amidst their business to help the church or community. Instead, maybe these people are building their lives, their lifestyles, around the network of the body, so how they are living is directly connected to and reliant on everyone else rather than hedged in and fenced off and self-supporting. Together, as one body, we are stronger and able to reach and continue reaching beyond ourselves.<br />
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I suspect much of my thoughts revolve around idealistic notions, but I don't mind being an idealist. At least I have a clearer understanding of what I intend to run toward, evening if I never will completely arrive.<br />
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As I look for a new church to attend, I don't care about the institution. I'm looking for God's people, and I will know them by the way they live. <br />
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It’s life that matters, nothing but life—the process of discovering, the everlasting and perpetual process, not the discovery itself, at all.</div>
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Let people feel the weight of who you are and let them deal with it.</div>
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If you don’t pray often, you won’t gain a love for praying. Prayer is work, and therefore it is not very appealing to our natural sensibilities. But the simple rule for prayer is this: Begin praying and your taste for prayer will increase. The more you pray, the more you will acquire the desire for prayer, the energy for prayer, and the sense of purpose in prayer.</div>
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But it’s only by having some distance from the world that you can see it whole, and understand what you should be doing with it.</div>
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I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.</div>
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Look, l may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure seeker, or a gunfighter, Mr. O’Connell, but l am proud of what l am. I am a librarian.</div>
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My life is not an apology, but a life. It is for itself and not for a spectacle. I much prefer that it should be of a lower strain, so it be genuine and equal, than that it should be glittering and unsteady.</div>
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I used to be afraid of failing at something that really mattered to me, but now I’m more afraid of succeeding at things that don’t matter.</div>
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Attract them by the way you live.</div>
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The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.</div>
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Drink your tea slowly and reverently, as if it is the axis on which the whole earth revolves – slowly, evenly, without rushing toward the future.</div>
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I also believe that introversion is my greatest strength. I have such a strong inner life that I’m never bored and only occasionally lonely. No matter what mayhem is happening around me, I know I can always turn inward.</div>
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Feminism isn’t about making women stronger. Women are already strong. It’s about changing the way the world perceives that strength.</div>
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Enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of untruth. It’s seeing through the facade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.</div>
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Such a simplified lifestyle can be truly wonderful - you’ll finally have time for the things you really love, for relaxation, for outdoor activities, for exercise, for reading or finding peace and quiet, for the loved ones in your life, for the things you’re most passionate about. This is what it means to thrive - to live a life full of the things you want in them, and not more. To live a better quality of life without having to spend and buy and consume.</div>
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You have to dream, you have to have a vision, and you have to set a goal for yourself that might even scare you a little because sometimes that seems far beyond your reach. Then I think you have to develop a kind of resistance to rejection, and to the disappointments that are sure to come your way.</div>
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If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they have planned for you? Not much.</div>
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Blessed are the weird people - poets, misfits, writers, mystics, painters, troubadours - for they teach us to see the world through different eyes.</div>
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Nobody is superior, nobody is inferior, but nobody is equal either. People are simply unique, incomparable.</div>
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It was being a runner that mattered, not how fast or how far I could run. The joy was in the act of running and in the journey, not in the destination. We have a better chance of seeing where we are when we stop trying to get somewhere else.</div>
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Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.</div>
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The most monstrous monster is the monster with noble feelings.</div>
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One day, a long time from now you’ll cease to care anymore whom you please or what anybody has to say about you. That’s when you’ll finally produce the work you’re capable of.</div>
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Someone once asked me, “Why do you insist on taking the hard road?” I replied, “Why do you assume I see two roads?”</div>
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I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.</div>
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But luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.</div>
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I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now while I’m still little, because when I grow up I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.</div>
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Travel makes one modest. You see what a tiny place you occupy in the world.</div>
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Before you speak to me about your religion, first show it to me in how you treat other people; before you tell me how much you love your God, show me in how much you love all His children; before you preach to me of your passion for your faith, teach me about it through your compassion for your neighbors. In the end, I’m not as interested in what you have to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give.</div>
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At twenty-something my world is new: new opportunities, new understanding, new standards. I have learned the exterior details of life are infinitely expandable. If I’m not suited for something, I can move on. I can find a better place to belong. Life is and will always be a terrifyingly honest representation of what I value most. I hope to choose wisely.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-10637548870923470302014-07-14T14:30:00.001-05:002014-07-15T20:54:10.017-05:00Thoughts on a PlaneThe plane had finally taken off. The familiar popping and buzzing in my head left me moving my jaw around in circles and digging my finger into my ear. I looked out the window, observing the strategically planted square fields, a thousand different variations of green. I noticed the slender ribbon-like roads, weaving in every direction, lined with tiny insect cars. The roofs of the houses were like long dull spikes, arranged side by side in dozens upon dozens of rows. Above the thin clouds were the perfectly clear blue sky and painfully white sun. It was god-like to me, seeing the earth and sky from such a view. I stared with melancholy approval.<br />
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"Such a small plane..."said the woman in the next seat, looking around and then over at me; she was expecting an affirming reply. <br />
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"It is tiny." I said.<br />
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"I've never flown in one so small. These things make it all the way to Michigan?"<br />
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"Yeah, I hope so." I looked over and smiled at the woman. She had grey hair and a round, tired face. She shrugged and didn't say anything more.<br />
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It's not surprising I associate the sky with God. My Christian tradition titles him, "our Heavenly Father." The name is fitting: the skies, or the heavens, are infinite and mysterious to us, they always have been, like God. The earth, although incredible in detail, is perhaps less unknown. We can see the earth: "Mother Earth." To me, when seen together, our Heavenly Father and Mother Earth could be argued as the arch-parents of humankind. <br />
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Humans. We're somewhere in between, a composition of both. Our physiological <i>being</i> is from the earth, our "mother," but our Father's essence runs through us as well, all of us. I think it is rooted in our ability to speak, <i>words </i>are so essential to our existence, yet they are not tangible, much like the thin air. John 1:14: "The Word became flesh" is the act of God becoming man, he became "flesh," a product of the earth. Language has the ability to create things we cannot see, it defines everything around us. Language gives us a means to distinguish one thing from another. "This is an apple, that is an orange," there's a difference and, given the name, we know which is which without either being in the room.<br />
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When we say "apple" repeatedly, it stops meaning "apple," as in the fruit that grows on a tree, and becomes a meaningless sound. Try saying "apple" for a minute straight. I believe God works in the same way. If we say his name, or even speak of him or hear him spoken of over and over, we forget, we stop hearing. He becomes just a noise to our ears and carries no meaning to our head. When language loses its meaning, we must come up with new ways to say things, new ways to state what has been said over and over for thousands of years so it can be heard again.<br />
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{dm}Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-64092643459159643402014-06-16T07:30:00.001-05:002014-06-16T15:57:38.571-05:00Mud & Childhood<span id="docs-internal-guid-1dc6295d-a490-63ed-e87b-4b838b327532"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I knew what childhood smelled like. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It smelled like wet, freshly turned soil, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">like the minerals, once concealed, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">drawn from the earth</span><i style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">—</i><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">a billion </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">shards </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">of the fossilized dead. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">Childhood </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">was the smell of soft mud </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">that looked </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">and felt like chocolate syrup, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">whipped </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">and stirred with just the right </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">amount of water. It was course mud </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that could </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">be packed and molded, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">rolled into a ball </span><span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;">and chucked. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">And that whiff of the dark</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">earth's dampness, nature's pollutant, </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">stagnant in the humid summer air</span><i style="background-color: white; line-height: 22.399999618530273px;">—</i><span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">that belonged to my childhood. </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was not just the smell of the earth, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">it was the earth unturned, </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">shifting onto its back, revealing </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">the smothered underbelly of all things </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">decomposed and brought </span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">into the open again. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-37266568844254746842014-06-08T21:58:00.000-05:002014-06-13T12:03:15.591-05:00Drew & Corrine<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">On the train into the mountains, we stared silently out the window together. For me, traveling was like sliding into the murk of a dream. Every vehicle I rode brought me further away from any reality I ever knew. I loved listening to music when I could look out the window, headed somewhere fast. The melody flowed into the landscape passing by, the combination of music and scenery hit the electric synapses in my brain with startling clarity. I could be living in a movie; life seemed that perfect behind the glass, passing the world by at ninety miles per hour. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">The rolling, mountainous greenery and the shrill, melancholic overtones of Bon Iver’s “Holocene” set me into a thoughtful trance. The train car was strangely spacious, two people could easily fit in my seat and I could barely touch the seat in front of me even with my legs fully extended. A tour guide had been erupting in long, harshly projected Chinese phrases for the past thirty minutes. I had tried to block her out with my music almost immediately. Mandarin was maddening; trying to learn it was like trying to fit my brain through a pin hole. I never thought I was ethnocentric until I left the country. Now, I suddenly loved everything Americans did, speaking in English especially. Through the window, the landscape seemed to eventually roll in on itself, repeating over and over again. My eyelids became heavy. I dozed off. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I could still remember the morning my plane was going to take off to Hong Kong, commencing my semester studying with the China Studies Program (CSP). I had laid in my bed, curled up in the fetal position, remaining motionless for a long time. My eyes were wide open, staring out the perfectly square window above me. I tried to hold onto the nostalgia of the familiar, weathered siding layering the back porch and the thin tree branches, waving in the breeze. I didn’t want to get up. Getting up commenced my journey to what was then only a concept--a design of my imagination. Everything felt so safe in that bed; it felt like my whole world. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Now, it seemed the past three months in China were leading up to this day. </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Finally </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">we were going to see it. I liked the Terracotta Warriors in Xi’an, as well as the Summer Palace (it even snowed that day), and we all pretended to be interested in the Temple of Heaven and Forbidden Kingdom. In reality, however, they were the vegetables. The Great Wall was the dessert. I had laced up my Mizunos that morning. It wasn’t enough simply to walk along one of the greatest Medieval wonders of the world; I planned to run. I heard muffled excited noises behind me. We were getting closer. I opened my eyes in time to catch my first glimpse. The structure was falling apart in places, vines grew up between the cracks. The dull stone bricks were crumbly, like feta cheese. Christina had fallen asleep. I shook her and pointed out the window. We looked with our faces pressed against the glass like two little kids on Christmas day. When the train finally stopped, hundreds of people unloaded and started hiking up the road to buy tickets. The Wall continued snaking over the mountains into the horizon. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">“My company is very prestigious company in China. You come feel the quality of my clothes, come, come, feel the quality...”</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I ended up walking away. The interaction with the lady was not unlike several others I had in Xi’an. She talked rhythmically, even in her broken English. Her words flowed smoothly, as if reciting a work of poetry. Yet behind her eyes I sensed subdued hostility. Even though I was dressed like a scrub (worn jeans and a baggy sweatshirt) I was foreign and to her I equalled potential profit, nothing more. I didn’t like the Silk Market. The majority of the consumers there were foreigners. Tall, Western middle-aged men dressed in perfectly pressed black suit coats and pants with shiny black shoes sauntered around in small groups. Western women of all shapes and sizes lined the tables, trying on the jewelry, bargaining for the best price, annoyed by the loud, dogged temperament of the vendors. The vendors themselves were relentless, leaning over their tables of merchandise, beckoning me over with the same forced, poetic diction, the same subtle aversion. I didn’t know who the consumers were. I felt like we were all trying to consume each other.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">We were now touring a section of the Wall in Badaling, just outside of Beijing. Taking in the clean air and the dragon-like structure twisting and </span><span style="background-color: white; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">oscillating</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> through the mountain peaks, I had fallen in love with China again. From our crash course in Chinese history, I learned that this section was built during the Ming Dynasty. According to the information plack nailed to the entrance, it was the first section of the wall to open to tourists in 1957. Exhilarated by the crisp air, I left my coat and camera with the group and started running. The wall was more like a twenty-five foot high, five thousand five hundred mile-long erratic staircase. Even with the twenty foot breadth from one side of the wall to the other, I found it hard to navigate around people. The uneven layers of stairs eventually began messing with my head, particularly going downhill, as it was difficult to judge depth. Some of the tourists laughed and pointed as I passed them, my face flushed and lungs heaving. As I looked around me at the never-ending trail of bricks and mortar disappearing into the distance, and the panorama of green mountains bubbling up along the horizon like a wrinkled bed sheet, I felt an overwhelming feeling larger than life. I was a stranger in a strange place. I looked into the faces of the people as I passed them. I understood I was the strange one, not them. In the States I was a stranger among familiar people. I knew the strangers there; I knew their language and their culture. On a very basic level, we understand each other. Here, on the Wall, not only were the faces unfamiliar, but the people themselves. I was gripped by their mystery. I thought the people were beautiful, even as they glanced over at me, showing a mixture of curiosity, amusement, and annoyance. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJNvkSl3CHE61ZKyeixT9A-ZVYuhv-tIZnr74iGytsV8xIb0zGaJ2BEX-H4-6ypNInzEj0k98jEvZDoynnZDnSbXTyPPX22BmTo3iTQXGS1pSHUPUMe3ggjYHHFHVQkD-zYKCznUadC4U/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; line-height: 2; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center; text-indent: 36pt; white-space: pre-wrap;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJNvkSl3CHE61ZKyeixT9A-ZVYuhv-tIZnr74iGytsV8xIb0zGaJ2BEX-H4-6ypNInzEj0k98jEvZDoynnZDnSbXTyPPX22BmTo3iTQXGS1pSHUPUMe3ggjYHHFHVQkD-zYKCznUadC4U/s1600/IMG_2931.JPG" height="426" width="640" /></a></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">I couldn’t know it then, but my feelings on the Wall of transcendence and benevolence toward humankind were underdeveloped. A couple weeks after touring Beijing, I did an internship with the local newspaper in Xiamen, the city where the university hosted the CSP students. Being forced to attend and write on campus and community events, I discovered more about life in Xiamen. The editor asked me to attended a Toastmasters meeting: a learning-by-doing workshop where participants make speeches to practice English. Later, while typing up the article, I learned the toastmasters enrollment was going 280,000 members strong and the individuals improve their English speaking and leadership skills by attending one of the 13,500 clubs in 116 countries that make up a global network of meeting locations. The goal of these meetings was primarily to becoming better English speakers. The weekly events encompassed impromptu talks and feedback afterwards on the quality of grammar use and pronunciation. I was welcomed into the group, and even asked to give a personal introduction. It was pointed out more than once how privileged I was to be a native English speaker. The Toastmaster or MC of the evening was Brian Huang: a dynamic, clean shaven, bald enthusiast in his mid-thirties. To begin the “warm up,” he bounced to the front of the room and wrote on the board: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Heart Followers Create</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">. He turned around dramatically and asked several participants in the group to stand and explain a positive experience when they created an opportunity by “following their heart,” including a twenty-something year-old girl, born outside the Fujian province, who confessed going against her parents’ will and moving to the city of Xiamen. Her confession was praised with nodding heads and vigorous clapping. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">As we entered the restaurant, my senses were vanquished by the smells and the futuristic design of the food displayed literally everywhere. Going from the adventurous, hole-in-the-wall food escapades I had made in the past, I felt like I had just skipped ahead a century. I passed the salad bar and went straight to the meat. I found whole, twelve ounce slabs of sirloin steak, cooked medium rare, simmering in little pools of blood and A1 sauce, and grilled </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">boneless</span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> chicken breasts sauteed in oily garlic marinade, sprinkled with italian seasoning. It was </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">real </span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">A1 sauce. There was pizza, bread, and seafood of every shape and color imaginable displayed on clear plastic shelving units like pieces in a modern art exhibit. Brian seemed nervous. He pulled out the chair for me, and bowed his head just slightly. His courtesy made me uncomfortable; the Japanese bow, not the Chinese. When we all had our plates of food and sat at the table, Brian leaned in eagerly and asked more questions about America than I had answers. Somehow the whole night felt off, starting with the drive in the Rolls Royce, to walking into the incredible hotel with the best food I could remember tasting. He was successfully impressing me, but throughout the night I couldn’t help feeling saddened and confused by it. In the same way I viewed the people on the Great Wall as a grand, mysterious, Chinese ideal, Brian saw me through a Hollywood lense, an Americanized paragon. It seemed to me the Open Door Policy had admitted more than international trade. China was searching for something. I could see the pursuit in the attitudes of its people, in Brian’s face as he sat across from me at the table, even in his preference of a knife and fork over chopsticks. He was so eager to hear my thoughts and gain insight about my country. Perhaps rapid development and success had become China’s religion, I thought. Brian wasn’t the only one who seemed to cling to the hope of prosperity seen in the West. The American Dream was quickly becoming China’s. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">After forty-five minutes of running up and down the Great Wall’s never-ending staircase, I was ready to stop. I rejoined the group at a section of the Wall. We laugh, smiled, and took so many pictures. We asked to have our picture taken with random strangers and other strangers asked to have their picture taken with us. Then, after a few hours, we were ready to leave. Just that quickly, the day was over. Sitting in the train packed with people (somehow there was more people on the way back) felt terribly anticlimactic. This was the place that, during its construction, was called “the longest cemetery on earth” because so many people died building it. At one time, family members of those who died working on the Great Wall would carry a coffin on top of which was a caged white rooster. The rooster's crowing was supposed to keep the spirit of the dead person awake until they crossed the Wall; otherwise, the family feared the spirit would escape and wander forever along the Wall. Reportedly, it cost the lives of more than one million people. It was common to hear that the mortar used to bind the stones was made from human bones and that men are buried within the Great Wall to make it stronger. Even though it was later proven the mortar was actually made from rice flour—and no bones, human or otherwise, have ever been found in the Wall—the fact that the rumor continues to spread is a detail worth acknowledging. There was so much history, so much death and suffering poured into the construction of the lengthy historical monument, and, within a few hour’s time, we were completely over it. We had consumed it, like any other marketable product the country had to offer, and were ready to move on to the next thing. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-55878605669516464432014-04-04T13:06:00.001-05:002014-04-23T19:18:43.241-05:00The Descent<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
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"If you thought about him <i>too </i>much, you wondered what the heck he was still living for…But if you thought about him just enough and not <i>too </i>much, you could figure it out that he wasn't doing too bad for himself."</div>
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"I mean it. I'll be alright. Don't worry about me…I mean it. I'll be all right. I'm just going through a phase right now. Everybody goes through phases and all, don't they?" </div>
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"If I were a piano player or an actor or something and all those dopes thought I was terrific, I'd hate it. I wouldn't even want them to <i>clap </i>for me. People always clap for the wrong things. If I were a piano player, I'd play it in the goddam closet." </div>
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"He was singing that song, 'If a body catch a body coming through the rye.' He had a pretty little voice, too. He was just singing for the hell of it, you could tell. The cars zoomed by, brakes screeched all over the place, his parents paid no attention to him, and he kept on walking next to the curbing singing 'If a body catch a body coming through the rye." It made me feel better. It made me feel not so depressed any more."</div>
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"you kept wondering what the hell would <i>happen </i>to all of them. When they got out of school and college, I mean. You figured most of them would probably marry dopey guys. Guys that always talk about how many miles they get to a gallon in their goddam cars. Guys that get sore and childish as hell if you beat them at golf, or even just some stupid game of pingpong. Guys that are very mean. Guys that never read books. Guys that are very boring." </div>
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Salinger, J.D. <i>The Catcher in the Rye. </i>New York, NY: The<i> </i>New American Library of World Literature, Inc., 1953. Print. </div>
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-51255407531921797432014-03-28T06:46:00.001-05:002014-03-28T06:52:55.652-05:00Don't Lead, RunThe snow was everywhere, mixing with the brown slush as we ran around in circles, knowing we'd get back eventually, just not knowing exactly how…or when. Outside on those crunchy white roads, a burning, stiff feeling spread through my feet and hands, and even the pale yellow lights felt cold, contained in little glass balls on tall hallow lamp posts, polluting the air with static brightness. It hadn't been so dark before we left. Eventually we stopped running and debating whether to cut through the massive white field on our right or wait and find a road further down instead.<br />
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I once got lost for three <i>hours </i>in a really big city. It was raining and I had a whole bunch of luggage with me. I am an expert in the directionally challenged department. When I was younger, I asked my mom to drop me off five minutes from my house, I wanted to run home. I got lost...five minutes from my house.<br />
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It's okay to get lost. It's okay to screw things up, to be terrible at something, to fail miserably, to look stupid, and to blush uncontrollably.<br />
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I put a lot of unnecessary pressure on myself to constantly perform exceptionally. Here's the conclusion I've come to: I shouldn't<i> want</i> to be exceptional, to stand out, or to lead. It's better to blend in, accept an anonymous existence, and embrace the fact that I'm such a small part of everything else. Strength comes from weakness (getting lost), or so I'm told.<br />
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Like most things, I relate leading to running. It is better to be lost than to lead. I don't want to lead. If I am considered a leader on the cross country team, it's only because <i>I love to run</i>. I don't want to lead, but I can't tell you how much I love running. I don't mean to make running more than it is, running isn't spiritual, but <i>we </i>are. There's more to life than running, but I think running brings more to our lives...<br />
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Leading our team was never about me or my ability to lead us, it was and always has been about running. It's much more than that, but running is fundamentally our action, not an ideology; it's something we put into practice <i>everyday</i>. Years from now, even after I have stopped, our team will continue running season after season and become a group of ladies I'll never meet, practicing the same thing I did <i>everyday</i>.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-43336740051293132772014-03-16T16:36:00.000-05:002014-03-17T09:10:37.405-05:00Good Things to Know About Loose Leaf Tea Try it once and it's hard to go back to the bag. Since my first taste of the stuff in China, a whole world of exquisite natural flavor has been opened up to me, and the good news is I don't have to fly across the ocean to get ahold of this savory goodness, loose leaf tea is here in the States too.<br />
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Turns out there's perks to graduating from college. Along with a diploma, I received a graduation gift:<br />
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It's fascinating. Simply spoon in the tea, pour hot water into the top, let the tea steep 3-4 minutes, place it on the lip of a mug, and tea flows out the bottom. </div>
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These are the many perks of loose leaf tea. Teavana makes teas in most if not all of these categories. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-86612467382366366542014-03-13T21:49:00.001-05:002014-03-13T21:51:29.507-05:00Adventures with Cooking It's spring break! Instead of retreating into the sunshine and warm weather of the southern hemisphere, I'm in subfreezing-degree Michigan experimenting in my mother's kitchen. I pin so many recipes on Pinterest, now I'm finally getting around to trying a few:<br />
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I'll be honest, it took me an hour and a half to make. Still, I had fun! I made the burgers, the avocado spread, and the salsa. I absolutely loved the taste of everything, even if the rest of the family wasn't totally sold. ;)</div>
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This is the picture from the website. I bought all the ingredients for this recipe and then realized Walmart doesn't carry eggplant, which was supposed to substitute the bread crust. So...I just copped out and bought a pizza crust...pre-made. Where does one buy eggplant?</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Saturday:</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">Pad Thai</span></div>
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Since coming home from Thailand, I can't get enough Thai food. I am so pumped to make this, it's one of my absolute favorites. I found all the ingredients in the Asian section at Walmart.<br />
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With the extra avocados from the black bean burger meal, I'm hoping to try this pudding recipe. It looks so good...and easy to make. :)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07640057792460396248noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8034644131301560481.post-24533761458201704322014-02-28T16:35:00.001-06:002014-02-28T16:43:57.944-06:00Fife Lake: What I'm Secretly Glad I Still Remember <div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 2; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-indent: 36pt;">
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">My mother, acknowledging our concerns, did her best to affirm that in fact we had booked the lovely cottages next door, that the “tiny,” “dumpy,” “ugly,” “poopy” shacks (that we so adamantly described) on this lot were not our home for the next week. Yet it was apparent she was as unsure as we were. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> “This isn’t the place is it, Dad?” Corrine finally burst out. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 16px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><br /></span></div>
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O N E : A perfectly practical product. I have been in the market for looseleaf tea strainers and look what I came across! A travel looseleaf tea mug! I'm in love with it. It's perfect. </div>
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T W O : An inspirational quote of the week. Like a lot of young people, I doubt myself and have a hard time making life-long, permanent decisions. I sincerely worry about things I'll laugh about ten years from now. There are opportunities coming up (along with imminent graduation) and I don't want to be afraid to chase them with all I'm worth. If there's one thing good about being young, it's that I'm not yet too practical to go after the long shot. </div>
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T H R E E : A change. I want a tattoo like this one except on my right wrist. I need to wait at least a year though (okay, maybe six months), because I often change my mind. Excuse the crotch shot. Also, I really like this denim on denim. </div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">It was Christmas day. I was standing in a row of benches in a church off of a snow-covered highway. The building was old, like nearly each member. Christmas that year felt unusually cold and I wasn’t feeling much joy in the songs that December. Something was missing, but I couldn’t figure out what it was. In the pew directly in front of me were a man and his wife, maybe older than that church. His eyes were a little glassed over and his hands were stiff and swollen by his long life.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Can I ask you: what is holiness? What does it mean to be holy, if not becoming completely whole? It’s finding yourself not in the mirror, but in another person’s soul. Every time you see her, remember that. Remember she doesn’t need someone to blindly agree with her decency, she needs someone to understand her flaws, to love her where she’s at. By putting your knee down on that rooftop in her favorite place on earth, you were saying I know your defects, but I still see your worth. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">I couldn’t see the woman’s face, her back was directly to me, but she was tall and thin, her body seemed hidden in her clothes. The song went on for a long time and in the middle of the drawn out refrain, I suddenly froze when the woman, overcome by some unknown strain, collapsed onto the bench seat. I thought I was the only one who saw her fall; I stood awkwardly, continuing to sing a little offbeat. Her frame was stiff and limp, like a rubber doll. I thought she was dead. I saw her face now; she had no color at all.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Holiness is wholeness. You two are holy when you remain whole; whole as in not separate, as in united and dependent. When you see him, remember that. Remember you cannot hate tokens like that flower he gave you after he messed up your date. That was only the beginning. Don’t expect the perfection you know you don’t show in yourself. Through poverty and wealth, through sickness and health, he is enough; he is enough on the days he remembers to put you first, and when he forgets. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">The man moved his stiff body to where her head had fallen and he bent over as far as he could to look into her face. A wrinkled hand was placed on her shoulder; he shook her gently and spoke into her ear, but the woman didn’t move, didn’t seem to hear. I took in the scene then: the pale motionless woman and the man, touching her frail body, speaking to her again and again. After a few moments he looked up from his wife to the unresponding people nearby, questioning us silently.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Holiness began the first time your arms touched, the brush of skin sending a rush of delighted synapses saying: that was incredibly exciting. And holiness, or wholeness, is refined long after reciting your vows. It’s dancing through tragic questions and human honesty and ending with a deep bow in the arms of your choice. Don’t lose feeling in </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"> touch on your arm; he’ll still be standing for you in thirty, forty years so forget what you won’t remember a month from now. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Finally, the woman shifted, lifted her head and tried to sit upright. Her husband continued whispering to her, supporting her back, asking if she was alright. As the rest of the congregation sang, the couple sat together. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; white-space: pre-wrap;">“Do you want to go home?” I heard him murmur. She shook her head and to my alarm decided to stand up again. “Just sit for a while.” He insisted, putting a hand on her arm, but again she shook her head no. With a sigh he unsteadily stood up too, staying close enough to touch her shoulders with his own.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You’re together today. You’re happy. Remember that. Remember the way you always admired her, how she walked to you down the street, the hallway, the Guatemalan mountainside, and now the church aisle. </span></span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Remember him standing firmly on his feet in the field on game day, in church singing about Christ and the Bible, and while waiting for you to come down that walkway wearing his familiar smile. Life won’t be what you’re expecting. Now take each other’s hands. Go on, take them. Hold them. Remember </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">that</span><span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 1.15; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Their hands and shoulders were touching; they stood until the song was over. He took questioning side-long glances at her. When the room eventually fell silent again and everyone was seated, I couldn’t help noticing those two together. They sat so still and quietly. I don’t think it was their age that struck me as much as their mystery. What if he hadn’t been there? What if she had fallen alone on that church pew? Somehow I knew he was the one who gave her the courage to stand again.</span></span></div>
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