October 2011
14 posts
Recovery: One
Sickness has left my mind in a constant blur of stress and anxiety. I struggle to relax my mind at night because so many undone tasks beg to be done, but my body lacks the energy to complete them. I will be writing a journal entry each day, for stress relief, until my body heals.
Write about the place that makes you feel the most at ease.
There’s something peaceful about being in a car...
I need sleep.
It’s 9:38 on a Sunday night and my roommate and I are sitting in Harry’s Coffeehouse. There are several other students scattered across the corners of the room, engaged in their various conversations. I’ve finished a rough draft of a paper for Dr. Whitt, an analysis of August Wilson’s The Piano Lesson. The play was phenomenal, and I had no problems writing about it. I wrote...
Religions of Other Cultures
We’ve been studying religions of other cultures for about a month now in Cultural Perspectives. The professor’s goal is not to convert her students, but to teach them to observe and be academically, morally, and spiritually stimulated by others. I’ll break down some basic concepts.
Roman Catholicism
People in love [with the Lord] make signs of love. These signs include the...
Fall
It’s the middle of October, and the weather outside is glorious on these Birmingham mornings. The leaves are changing colors - shades of orange, red, and yellow - and I wouldn’t mind plucking a few from their beds underneath those towering trees and using them to mark my place in Chekov’s The Cherry Orchard.
Autumn has a unique beauty that I’m finally observing. The...
If I Should Have A Daughter
If I should have a daughter, instead of mom, she’s going to call me Point B,
because that way she knows that no matter what happens,
at least she can always find her way to me.
And I am going to paint the solar system on the backs of her hands,
so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand,”
And she’s going to learn...
Starbucks has peppermint flavoring.
I am seeing the darkening night sky, illuminated by the green and white of the Starbucks logo hanging in the store window. Music theory books are scattered across our table, and several quarter notes are scribbled across a blank staff. My critique of Alabama Ballet’s “At the Barre” performance in blemished with messy arrows and purple highlighter.
I am hearing a Beatles song...
