getting back

dearest readers,
I am writing this post from studio right now, and I can hear the rain hitting the roof. It's quite delightful and for once I might be enjoying my time in studio. I hope it continues to rain, it's such a soothing sound to hear...

I've found that I feel jaded lately. there's so many things out there, all saying so many different things or often the same thing in so many different ways. So many influences coming at every direction, and I feel like I should retreat into the woods so I can start to think for myself again.

studio is my woods, the quiet rain is encouraging my creativity

poem #44

This morning came too early

still good for me the same

I had to look this in the eye

stop giving out the blame

the clothes went in the washer

the toilet got a scrub

the dishes were so dirty

the house needed some love

forever on the paper

i found my weakness shy

bold in it's excuse to leave

slow to give a reason why

the wind takes it away

it doesn't care if you fall

no matter what you do

ultimately time consumes us all

bringing in senior year with a camping trip

There is a certain sadness that comes with the excitement of each new transition. As I start my senior year of college, I feel undoubtedly confident that I am exactly where I need to be. I'm excited to be where I am in life. I can start looking forward to the next move, but I don't quite have to make it just yet. I still have one year to soak up Clemson. To do the things that I haven't made time for in the past. 

The first week up here two of my dear friends came and stayed with me, and we decided to go camping with another clemmy friend. We camped in Black Balsum in Pisgah, NC (outside of brevard). The colors up there were amazing. We decided very last minute to go for the camping trip, and everything about it was haphazard. However, there was no doubt we were meant to be there right then. Everything kept happening just right. We forgot wood and then a random photographer happened to have a few loads of it in the back of his pickup. Just as we started using the last bits of our surprise wood a few other campers came up and asked if they could pitch in with our fire so they wouldn't have to build their own. Then as the night fell our new friends told us that it was a super moon and a meteor shower. I wish my camera could have captured that moon. It started off blood red and then slowly changed colors until it was bright white and huge in the sea of stars. Besides being super cold up there, it was amazing. Everything felt so alive.