A good reminder today:
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” – H. Jackson Brown
Today, I add a year.
I’m packing another bag for the weekend and this time around, I’m heading to Ohio. I cannot think of a better way to spend this weekend than with the ones I love (*my big, beautiful family from Charlottesville, D.C., on up to Ohio and even Michigan!). I just wish there was more time.
The day has already been pretty great with letters and tiny gifts in bed and even coffee and a slice of cake waiting for me in the fridge when I woke up. The sun’s out and it will be a good day to stare out the window of the car and have lots of car talks.
Photos from the past week. More –> here.
The past week has been one incredible blur.
Last weekend was lovely and I cannot think of anything better to do after exams. J and I went to Hot Springs (outside of Asheville) to the Southern Dharma Center for three days. We spent the entirety of the weekend in silence, living in one beautiful and intentional community and participating in working meditations, seated meditations, and even a little yoga. I learned a lot through the experience and found the whole thing to be more rewarding than challenging in the end.
One funny moment of the weekend was during my kitchen working meditation for three hours. I was assigned various tasks, mostly chopping vegetables and fruit. And I quickly learned that in the past when I cut an onion, I make it clear to the world what I am doing. I found it all so frustrating, tears streaming down my face, eyes stinging in pain and not being able to share that with my fellow workers. In the process I managed so cut myself and found myself once again wanting to resort to words and wanting to share my pain with others. I didn’t and through the painful, now funny experience, I learned that communication extends far beyond my simple words.
After our retreat ended and our hike through the snow, J and I went to the hot springs and then drove home.
On the drive home, I turned my phone back on and learned that my favorite person in the world, Gran had had a stroke. She is and always will be my hero and it all came so suddenly. My week since I learned the news has seemed hazy, difficult, and confusing. She is in our thoughts and prayers constantly and I look forward to spending time with her someday soon. She’s a truly remarkable, fiesty and fun individual and not being with her in all this has been torture.
I’m back in Davidson, back home and in light of everything, I look forward to being with family and enjoying these next few weeks.
Another end to another season.
Last Thursday, the NAFD family gathered for one last dinner of the semester. There was a fire for a little while. . . Games were played. Riddles were solved. Music was created. Confessions happened.
And I even got to dance a bit.
These people have shaped my college career more than anything//anyone else and NAFD is truly sacred. And will always be that way.
Big love to all of these ones right now in the midst of exam madness and end-of-the-year-stressing.