Monday, November 30, 2009
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
My candle burns at both ends;
It will not last the night;
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
And then I think of a few lines from Elder Maxwell, "Another insight that seems to recur again and again in confirmation is that the todays of life constitute the holy present. We can’t fix the past. We may be able to repent of it, but we can’t change past events. We can fashion the future, and we do that by using what someone has called the holy present, which indeed it is."
I'm so grateful for this time in my life. I'm grateful for today, for my students who will fill this classroom in less than an hour, for last night's sunset, for holding a new baby, for Saturday's hike through snow, for the temple, for playtime with a toddler, for Friday's solo bike ride, for moments of peace, for family, for times spent sitting round the table, for all the opportunities I'm afforded, for this exciting time in my life. I'm spoiled. So I'll forever continue to give thanks and share what I have with others because that's really all I can do.
Happy last day of November!
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Are there even any words that can be added to such a picture?
Well, creepy is about the best I can figure.
ps: sorry about all the crappy photos, but they're off my phone so they're not very stellar...
The above picture was taken just last week on a little jaunt up Squaw Peak road. I'm grateful my dad will always adventure with me. Of late, our adventuring has taken the form of bike riding. In the past it has included hiking and camping, among other things.
Dad's also the greatest cheerleader ever. He always supported me in soccer and swimming. Now he's quite the stalwart in coming to my triathlons and helping me out. So kind of him. Granted, I've only done five, but he was there for my first four. It's so nice to have someone cheering me on. (Don't worry about him not coming to my fifth one because I had the lovely Mr. Smith being ever so kind and supportive.)
Lastly, my dad's slightly crazy. Here's a picture of him taken Wednesday. This is after he fell off the tree and onto the tree. He bruised several ribs in the process. I can empathize with how much it hurts, but I'm still bad because I have to laugh at his pained face every time he coughs, sneezes, or laughs. Injured ribs are not pure bliss. Hopefully he'll heal up soon.
Huzzah for such an amazing father!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
So I cry. I pray. I pray that I might love all with whom I come in contact. I pray this is the right thing. I hope it will be enough. Because right now my heart's a wondering if it ever will be.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
I served with a really wonderful couple named Elder and Sister Ray. They were in my last district in Simferopol, Ukraine. They are some of the loveliest and dearest people I know. Well, they're back at it and serving again--this time in the Russia Samara mission. I had to share a paragraph from their most recent email. I hope they won't mind. This little story is just too beautiful that I couldn't help but share it:
"There is one last story we want to tell you. We had a couple get baptized last Sunday. Before they came to the baptism, however, they went out to a village and bought meat to give to poor people to show their gratitude for finding the Gospel and being baptized. This is a couple that has very little, but they still wanted to share. When the baptism was over, they drove around their neighborhood and handed out the meat to those who needed it. There are so many people better than we."
As President Monson asks us to ask ourselves, I echo, "What have I done for someone today?"
Happy new week!
Friday, November 13, 2009
I just keep coming across things I want to share. I love this:
O Me! O Life!
by Walt Whitman
My Friday's off to a good start. I read a couple talks and got to talk with my dearest love for a little bit.
One of the talks I read is "The Abundant Life" by Elder Wirthlin. It's one of my favorites and I love rereading it. Two passages in particular stood out to me today:
"We are sons and daughters of an immortal, loving, and all-powerful Father in Heaven. We are created as much from the dust of eternity as we are from the dust of the earth. Every one of us has potential we can scarcely imagine."
"The abundant life isn’t something we arrive at. Rather, it is a magnificent journey that began long, long ages ago and will never, never end."
I'm grateful for the calming power of words. I guess I'm one who feels the Spirit through words more than through other ways. Not always, of course. Some words, though, get me every time.
Yesterday I enjoyed a most splendid trail run with Lisa. It feels so good to push through the pain steep inclines induce. I feel I'm still riding a sort of high even though I finished running 12 hours ago. Isn't it lovely?
Well, I'm off to school. Only eight school days till Thanksgiving break. So grand.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Monday, November 9, 2009
- Saturday's ride up Hobble Creek's right fork with Pa and Jim
- sunny days
- chat time with lovelies
- phone calls from Mr. Smith
- emails from Mr. Smith
- Mr. Smith (yep, I could gush forever, but I'll spare you most of the mush)
- family dinner
- old writings
- outdoor conversations with Joshy
- Ma's pumpkin cookies
- the lovebug featured below
Saturday, November 7, 2009
She was amazing and we had such a grand time. Thanks, Magsie, for being so wonderful. I love any birthday present that involves Regina Spektor and I also love if that birthday present involves going to a concert with my dear dear friend. I really should just call us sisters, eh, Marge? Quite a few people of late have asked us if we're sisters and we both look at each other and say, "Yes," or, "You could say so." Thanks cecmpa!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
I love food.
And I love working out.
Surprise! I feel so repetitive. But exercising is a mode in which I truly feel myself and feel peace. So I suppose I'll forever be writing about it. My apologies if it's tedious to you.
I managed to steal away yesterday on my bike. I rode to school and froze slightly, but enjoyed my route home. I didn't go straight there but ventured up the canyon a little before hanging my bike up on the wall. Perfecto.
And this afternoon, I'm going to steal away on these legs and enjoy a nice run.
Making me smile: Regina and Josh.
I'm going to Regina Spektor tomorrow night with moya dorogaya Margarita. Ypa! I love concert going. Pictures to come for sure.
And Josh is just amusing. Setting: dinner last night plus Josh who's been sick and a little out of sorts. Dad asks him to pray. Josh begins, "We thank thee for this food. Please bless that no harm will come over it." Oh man. Pretty awesome, eh?