My Vagabond Song

The weather has been glorious lately, and I experienced the lovely rarity of driving through a thick, frosty fog this morning with patches of light frost scattered throughout the valley. This weather makes me very happy.

I find myself in an interesting place as Atonement approaches (Oct. 9th). I’ve been having moments of clarity. For brief flashes, I think above life’s daily fog. I can see opportunity. Dreams crystallize into feasible reality. I catch my breath, and reach out to touch it… and for moment in time my heart’s desires are real. I can “feel” them. And then they fade back to dreams, as I gently come back down into the fog. I’m learning to not let the fog trouble me as much as it has in the past. I just find myself yearning for the wisdom to recognize the opportunities I saw in bright day when I see them in the fog. Because if I can still recognized them enshrouded, the opportunities can still be had.

With the weather, the lovely dancing tune in my heart has returned. ‘Course it prolly has something to do with family worship time in the evenings too. But cool, sunny autumn days have always been intoxicating to me …lol. You remember that part of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when Aslan is resurrected and has just told the girls he feels he’s about to roar? Yeah.. that’s me once I’m awake. This is always an invigorating time of year for me.. but I think I’ll quit rambling on about that ;).

I’ve been wanderingly looking at schools again. (Trans: that means I’m only half seriously looking). Western Carolina has a fairly simple (in terms of # of classes) dance minor. That could be very lovely in keeping me sane in the midst of a chem major.. and surely it would count for much in terms of “fine arts”? Yes, by the way, chem is the major I’m looking at. I can’t bring myself to do just the education. People seem to fail to realize that patience and ability to explain things in multiple ways are the fundamental requirements to being an educator. Passing annoying classes about teaching methods..*sigh* but I suppose I shouldn’t judge the classes. It’s prolly just my severe distaste for papers and not the actual class content that repels me .
I’m aching for room to dance and worship. I wish I could shut down the gym at school and have it to myself. *wry smile*


Have I mentioned the weather is glorious? *wanders off in her own little dance…*