running barefoot

Lately I have been craving taking a bath outside. Is that something you can crave? I decided I'm going to make that an option when I own my own house.

I love how anything done outside becomes an adventure. Making "night soil" in an "earth closet" sounds almost pleasant. Cooking becomes an experiment and usually tastes ten times better. Changing your clothes is suddenly an artform (and resembles an interpretive dance). I don't feel like being inside today.

vingettes

My French horn lesson was fabulous today. It sounded so cool echoing through the DeJong concert hall.

Elder Matayele shared the most powerful testimony today. As watched him through the TV I nearly burst.

I ate 50cents worth of dark chocolate almonds. They were divine. I gave one to Adam, who I saw in the bookstore. Then I gave one to Pablo who I saw on my way to class.

I was floating on my bike today. One of those days were the pavement feels like air.

My little sister went slacklining with me. I love watching her laugh.

I haven't had to skip a single song on shuffle. The computer is reading my mind.

Quintescential Existential Dileamas

was the topic of devotional today. I loved the devotional today. I am amazed. I have all of life's most important decisions coming at me like a freight train and I feel complete confidence. It's amazing how quickly things in our lives can change. I have a world of possiblities. I could be in Moab rafting this summer, Alaska working at a warehouse, a granny-nanny in Provo. . . in Jerusalem in the Fall, heading towards a grad degree in global health-- I have nothing but possiblities in front of me. So I gallup on with velvet ears-- at full speed ready to stop in the very moment my ears hear a different whisper.

I feel deeply happy today. That kind of happy that comes only when I wake up and feed myself spiritually first. Then I can plow through a bowl of oats and berries while watching the sun pop over the mountains completely content. I don't suppose anyone really understands what I'm saying, but these types of posts are really just for me anyway.

Making the most of Moab

This weekend was out of control fun. I would love to write all about it, but I have too many tests, too many hours to work and too much to do before tomorrow at 8pm. Cath, Lindsey and I went to Moab for the half marathon and played with my friends (Jo, Mary, Kori, Jens, Adam . . .who am I missing??) at the local waterhole afterward and then headed over to Wallstreet where we got to climb (just for a bit, but it was so fun)!!!! I love them! I left feeling so happy. There are a lot of people who don't have friends like I've got. I feel so dang lucky.

Being in the sun, running on the rocks and feeling the carefree-lets-do-it-all atmosphere of Moab made me itch for summer. It feels odd to me to come home and immediately fall back into routine and responsibility. Hopefully I'll come of conquer this semester, but while the sun is shining outside, there appears to be a dark cloud over my academic life. I'll have that fixed in no time.

Pancakes and People

Me, kori, jo, adam & jens

Deaner and I in the finance lab

This post is dedicated to my most frequent thoughts and occupations (for reasons of privacy, a few have been eliminated). The first was from this past weekend. It was a pancake weekend. We made breakfast pancakes with berries Friday night and Sunday morning-- aslo went climbing at the Quarry. I felt like Jo and I were going to head back to our apartment afterwards and debrief the evening events. I miss her. Saturday I spent the day at work for 8 hours and the rest of the time lamenting my loss and trying to figure out what the Lord wanted of my life.

The second is Lindsey and I studying for Finance 223. Speaking of which, I have a test in today. I tend to spend quite a bit of time in this lab seeing that lindsey and I talk the entire lecture. Our lives really are that interesting. I am planning on bringing my slackline to set up on campus for a mid-day release. I figure if those running for Student Body president can play mandolin on top of a snow mound for five hours and nearly everyone just stares at the ground, I am pretty safe in not drawing undo attention to myself.

The last photo is of my district that just left. Good Elders. I can picture them boldly making contacts and working hard in Argentina. . . the MTC is an escape from the world. And my own thoughts.

Maybe I'll go make banana pancakes for breakfast.