it's been a good day.
it's been a long day. yesterday was something unexpected, as our photo class took a little field trip to a spot across the harbor and took practice shots. for the past couple days i've been pleasantly surprised as my knee has actually started to behave somewhat normally. like, there's still something not quite right about it that seems to have been righting itself, but it is still a slow process.
that being said, i could run around a little bit on this beach/rocky shore place, and boy howdy did i ever. i was jumping, i was climbing trees, i was going up and down stairs like no tomorrow. it was awesome.
came back around five pm, sat down to work on this paper due yesterday. worked very long hours to write an okay paper and was in singularly good spirits through the entire process.
my first class wasn't until the evening--a few hours after the paper was due. when we got out at eight o'clock, a full lunar eclipse was in swing. the sun was blocking the light from the moon, turning it a reddish brown in a way i'm sure would have scared the living daylights (extend that pun if you want to) out of any society without an understanding of astronomy. it was beautiful. the night was cool but not cold, my knee was in improving order, something sweet was blowing in the breeze, the showing stars were bright. it was like magic.
came home to a birthday celebration for one of the most cherished characters in epworth house. no homework to do, all sleep to be gotten.
thanks for praying for me. something is happening here--it might just be the brightening of the weather or the fixing of my knee, but it is good and i hope it continues.
1 comment:
Mere: so good that your leg is a bit better. Whatever you're doing, or not doing, keep doing or not doing it!
Long days at work for me. Taking a 5 minute break to stay in touch.
Glad you remember Mending Wall. Recall that the narrator takes a negative view of the idea in the recurring phrase. In fact, he compares his neighbor (who believes good fences make good neighbors) to a caveman. Like so many of the Frost poems, the message isn't very clear when you peel back the onion a little. Seems Frost and his generation wanted to look beneath the surface of the received wisdom of his day and ask, "is that really true?" I would suggest that the narrator comes to a different conclusion: "good understanding and communication make good neighbors." And maybe that's your point.
And now the circle is complete, young Skywalker.
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