A collection of artistic artifacts chronicling my anxiety, God, and the wilderness.
Hey, Wanderers. Sorry for the radio silence. I've started about five different blog posts over the past two months and finished exactly zero of them. Life has been busy. But it's not just that--honestly, I haven't really wanted to write lately. Because even though hitting "Publish" and hearing from people about my blog gives me… Continue reading In process.
Hello, Wanderers. The other day, I saw an article online that said Joni Mitchell was in a coma. My heart beat faster and I hurriedly clicked the link to read more, saddened and shocked that we might lose one of the greatest singer-songwriters in America, the woman whose music played while I washed dishes in my… Continue reading Small grief.
Hello, Wanderers. So, for those of you who don't know already, here are some major life updates--I quit student teaching. I temporarily withdrew from Northwestern. And on Sunday, I moved back home for the rest of winter quarter. All of this has been a pretty big shock to my system, and I've been trying to… Continue reading Finding words. (A series of poems.)
I want to be real. I've been having a really hard time with student teaching. By far it has been the most difficult experience of my academic career, and possibly my life. I didn't go into student teaching 100% sure that I actually wanted to teach, and I feel like this uncertainty has made my… Continue reading Throwing stones at myself.
Christmas Eve. What a strange day to leave behind a home. My father is driving as I'm writing this. The sky is dark with clouds, and it's raining, cold and dreary. It occurs to me that this is probably the last time I will make this drive through all these trees, past all these corn fields… Continue reading The strange and winding road.
Metacognitionnoun, Psychology 1. Higher-order thinking that enables understanding, analysis, and control of one’s cognitive processes, especially when engaged in learning. There's nothing like teaching to show you how much of a student you really are. Honestly, student-teaching has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. I think I've cried more this quarter than… Continue reading Metacognition.
I. there is no gardener here not anymore the lock on the gate has rusted shut in certain places kept secrets even from itself some of the roses are just thorny bushes and the wind isn't always kind here fractured sky, empty hand walls savaged by winter exposure there are weeds some things have rotted and in… Continue reading Two gardens.
Hello, friends. It's hard to believe that there are two weeks left of my spring quarter of my junior year here at Northwestern. This year has gone so incredibly fast. I'm starting to realize that adulthood is looming ahead of me. Strange, terrifying, exciting. I've had so much fun this year getting closer to so… Continue reading Crossing oceans.
As I sat at my desk today, I listened to a lovely two-part sermon series by Charlotte Ennis. She was speaking at a women's conference (may I just say what a special blessing it is to listen to the women of God preach and teach--an exclusive privilege of being a daughter of God!) about God's sovereignty, His power and delight in answering… Continue reading Resting in thankfulness.