"We used to think...when I was an unsifted girl...that words were weak and cheap. Now I don't know of anything so mighty." -Emily Dickinson
Saturday, April 30, 2022
Friday, April 29, 2022
Spring 2022 Grading: DONE!
29 April 2022: Hit "submit" on my last set of grades a little while ago. What a long, quick, tough, discouraging, affirming, stressful, joyful, sad, tough, strange, and beautiful semester it's been. Gonna take a couple of minutes for some chair-dancing before heading out for my walk. (A bit later today since I was late getting to campus; had to go to Ranson to get Dunkin Donuts for my seminar class.)
Thursday, April 28, 2022
"The Adventures of Dillon Helbig"
Wednesday, April 27, 2022
"i can make do lord i can make do"
Tuesday, April 26, 2022
15 years!
Monday, April 25, 2022
Speeding up...
Sunday, April 24, 2022
Midnight Breakfast!
24 April 2022: Heading out tonight for my first real Midnight Breakfast since April 2019. I missed December 2019 because I had this awful stomach virus. And there wasn't one in April 2020, December 2020, and April 2021. There was an event that I helped with in December--a smaller version called "Nite Bitez," and that was fun--but it wasn't the same. But we are back tonight and I am excited.
Saturday, April 23, 2022
Shep Arts Fest
Friday, April 22, 2022
McMurran Convocation
Thursday, April 21, 2022
Capstones...
21 April 2022: Fourteen hours on campus today and I am beat. But the last part--the first set of our capstone presentations--was so wonderful. I was moved almost to tears by these students, what they've done, and what a pleasure and blessing it has been to know them.
Wednesday, April 20, 2022
What I'm putting out there...
Tuesday, April 19, 2022
Emotional labor...
Monday, April 18, 2022
Surprise April snow...
Sunday, April 17, 2022
Easter 2022
Saturday, April 16, 2022
"The Spring Has Many Silences"
16 April 2022:
"The spring has many silences:
Buds are mysteriously unbound
With a discreet significance,
And buds say nothing.
There are things that even the wind will not betray.
Earth puts her finger to her lips
And muffles there her quiet, quick activity…."
Full poem by Laura Riding Jackson here.
Both the dogwood out front and the redbud out back have flowered in just the last day or so. Sometimes I find myself just caught up in staring at them. The miracles of spring...
Friday, April 15, 2022
Favorite spot on campus...
Thursday, April 14, 2022
Scrappy...
Wednesday, April 13, 2022
Spring Cozy
Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Monday, April 11, 2022
Tri Sigma's Go-To...
Sunday, April 10, 2022
First mow...
Saturday, April 9, 2022
Sentences I never thought I would type...
9 April 2022: Just submitted my first-ever Congressional Directed Spending Request. What is my life? But seriously, I am glad to have this done and really hope we get it.
A busy, work-filled weekend ahead of me (typing this just before noon), so the bit of fun mixed in--meeting Kaitlyn and Kenny's baby for the first time this afternoon--will be quite welcome.
Friday, April 8, 2022
Bringer of treats...
8 April 2022: Today was so long and insanely busy, but I took some time to go to the Sweet Shop to get some treats to bring to folks on campus who have been helping out with various projects. I am not kidding: doing that made me feel so good that I am going to make it a habit, I think. I got out of the office for a bit, took in some sunshine (for the brief period it was out), got even more steps in, and made people happy. Amazing serotonin lift.
Thursday, April 7, 2022
A bright spot...
Wednesday, April 6, 2022
Energy images...
Tuesday, April 5, 2022
"the most ordinary thing about human beings..."
5 April 2022: "And I want that. To prove that the most ordinary thing about human beings is not violence or greed, but love and care. To prove it to whom, I wonder? Myself, maybe." --Sally Rooney, Beautiful World, Where Are You?
Finished listening to this book this morning. Its ending pleased me: it's not naive or unblinkingly optimistic, but it is forward-looking and quietly hopeful in the face of a painful world. It rests in that beautiful paradox that an individual doesn't really matter, but that what an individual does always matters. Felt right and earned.