Day 152: Celebrating Holi

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Day 152. May 31, 2012

The Festival of Colors. Oh, how I would love to celebrate this holiday in India. Absorbed in its rich culture, its beautiful artwork, its inspiring temples. I dream of India.

But since I cannot travel there today, or any time soon, I will celebrate Holi with my love on campus along with a few hundred students. Students who may not be aware of the origin or significance of Holi, but enjoy throwing fragrant, highly pigmented powder at each other just the same.

I’m so glad I had an extra white v-neck in my drawer. Perfect for today. And for remembering my first Holi forever more. Or until the shirt fades. That’s what photos are for, right?

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Day 151: Turning Point

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Day 151. May 30, 2012

It’s nearly the end. I haven’t much time left – I haven’t much left to say. This school year was, well, far from what I thought it would be. It almost doesn’t seem real. A nightmare that I hope to wake up from. I’ll even accept the cold sweat, the thumping heart, the paralyzing fear. But it wouldn’t be real, it wouldn’t be my reality. And yet, here I stand. Confused, disheartened.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.

Yet, this is not the end. Merely the end of yet another chapter.

Day 150: Chive Blossoms

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Day 150. May 29, 2012

I recently discovered that for many years I have been mistaking chive blossoms for clover blooms. When I took this photo I was thinking about clover. Beautiful clover.

Clover is a beautiful thing. And a whimsical flower in my mind thanks to Dr. Seuss.

His work is wonderful, to think in such an imaginative way. To reach beyond reality, all the wonders that already exist, and create a new realm of towns, characters, and rules. And every single story is packed full of lessons to learn, no matter the reader’s age. So much wisdom in such a small package. I’ve learned more from Dr. Seuss than any other piece of fictional writing. Not many authors can have that effect on an audience. A timeless set of stories, lasting for generations.

Day 149: Another Post About Packing… & Laundry

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Day 149. May 28, 2012

I greatly dislike objects that won’t fit nicely in a box. And as I pack they slowly add up to create a new pile, an organized mess of sorts. I ended up having to place these oddly shaped objects in my closet, hiding them behind the large sliding doors. If I cannot see them they simply do not exist. Right? *Sigh* Why can’t things just be neat & tidy, fit perfectly together. And by “things” I mean “life”. Life. I’m not one who is looking to live a boring life, quite the opposite. But does it have to be such a struggle? I seem to be stuck in a continual wash cycle labeled “crisis“. Just when I think I might be moving on the the rinse cycle, overcoming my present obstacle, life tumbles me around for another nauseating round – never done with the torturous wash cycle. I’m ready for the rinse cycle. Please.

Day 148: Scratched

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Day 148. May 27, 2012

Why do CDs scratch so easily? All these years of carting around CDs in our cars, stacking up albums in our rooms, and never once has the major dilemma of these fragile discs been resolved. Sure, I’ve seen ads on TV for special cloths and sprays. Good for you. But a preventative measure would be even better, don’t you think?

This post is completely irrelevant in our current state of instant streaming and mp3s. Which I suppose, in their own way are  the preventative measure to preserving and protecting the fragile CD. Stay in your case my dear friends, I can get you all on iTunes. Shh. It’s okay. I still love you.

Day 147: Cluttered

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Day 147. May 26, 2012

Some days I stare at my closet, examining its contents. And I tell myself that one of these days I’m going to clean out items that I honestly don’t wear anymore. It usually happens late in the evening – when I convince myself to purge. But just as quickly as I talk myself into it I talk myself back out. With each item I come up with some excuse as to why I cannot part with it. I suspect that I really only wear one-third of my wardrobe. But I also realize that I go through phases as well. But why is it so difficult to part with material items? Why do we cling so terribly to possessions? They’re nothing more than woven fibers, lifeless on their hangers.

But this time is different. I’m not letting myself be persuaded into keeping items I never wear anymore – or have never worn. And it feels remarkably freeing.

Day 145: Sun Bleached

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Day 145. May 24, 2012

Laying in the sun is one of life’s simple pleasures. Especially when the chances of the sun coming out are about as predictable as the lottery.

There is a phenomenon I oddly enjoy after laying in the sun. When I slowly lift my torso up off the slightly damp earth & open my eyes to find the world sun-bleached. Colors diluted, flirting with black & white. Vigorous blinking ensues to correct the obvious malfunction, all the while enjoying the cool colors, the distorted world.