It was cold.
It was quiet.
It was all very inspiring.
In the mountains this weekend, I learned to be still.
I learned to love snow again.
And most of all I learned how to be entirely silent.
I’m back home in Davidson now for the holidays with a heart that is heavy and thankful.
“Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.” – John Muir
I found this photo the other afternoon.
It was taken at sunrise on a bus en route to Rishikesh this past summer. It’s my idea of beauty.
The semester is officially over for me now and it is time to listen to the call and head to the mountains.
This afternoon boy and I are heading to Asheville.
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.
Lucky me. I got to take pictures of this one (*something I often want to do, but rarely get the chance to)!
How I define good right now:
+ Time with the ones I love
+ Food from Venable
+ Climbing rock walls and up to the roof of buildings
+ My boxy leather jacket
+ Finishing projects
+ Planning for the future (i.e. future classes)
+ Waking up with your entire house at 7 to pancakes and snuggles on a Tuesday
+ Cool, not cold weather
+ This podcast
+ Sharp, red wine
+ Conversations over Chinese food, on foot, in the library, on the phone. . .