Woohoo. I am finishing my precepting tomorrow. I can't wait to be finished. 7 weeks left of school. I have been so busy this past month, it is hard to believe the time has just flown by. It's been a long hard journey to get my education. I'm going to miss the good times I've had here in Ogden and I know it will be hard to leave should the time come. It's true that saying about missing times of your life even though they were difficult. Change is one of the hardest parts of life. I feel a little lost as we all sometimes do. At the same time, I look forward to having new opportunities to grow and do things that are fulfilling. There are options for me now on which way I want to go. I really believe God opens a door when another closes.
I'm homebound for Springbreak. I just took my car in to do the emissions and inspection and they found something else that needed fixing. I plan on getting that fixed and being home by Tuesday some time. I get to go and see primary childrens hospital on Thursday-which I am looking forward to. I am considering working there and they said they'd give me a tour. I miss being with my family and this break will provide a great opportunity to see them again. Well...besides Randy and Caleb. Forward...Vacation!
Poems by Emily Dickinson
Like trains of cars on tracks of plush
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine,
--Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb Am sovereign of them all.
I hear the level bee:
A jar across the flowers goes,
Their velvet masonry
Withstands until the sweet assault
Their chivalry consumes,
While he, victorious, tilts away
To vanquish other blooms.
His feet are shod with gauze,
His helmet is of gold;
His breast, a single onyx
With chrysoprase, inlaid.
His labor is a chant,
His idleness a tune;
Oh, for a bee's experience
Of clovers and of noon!
God gave a loaf to every bird, But just a crumb to me;
I dare not eat it, though I starve,--My poignant luxury
To own it, touch it, prove the feat That made the pellet mine,
--Too happy in my sparrow chance For ampler coveting.
It might be famine all around, I could not miss an ear,
Such plenty smiles upon my board, My garner shows so fair.
I wonder how the rich may feel,--An Indiaman--an Earl?
I deem that I with but a crumb Am sovereign of them all.
Ideas of fun things to do
- Make a new friend
- Play with a cat
- Doing things with family
- Have popcorn & snacks while watching Sabrina, Harvey or The Sound of Music
- Learn a new song on the guitar
- Hike Mt. Olympus(Beware of rattle snakes)
- Go for a nice long run (got this one from Kris)
- Draw a portrait
- Watercolor
1 comment:
Well... your mission changes... you're done with school, now you can look for making a family!
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