Where Am I Going?

I like taking pictures of my feet in different places. This place is Columba's Bay on Iona

Sometimes, I have no idea where I am going. I love having a plan, a map, a guide. But sometimes I have to cast aside any notion of a plan and just go where I am going.

This is terrifying.

For whatever reason, I often take pictures of my feet.  It’s a way of remembering where I’ve been.  It’s also an inspiration to keep on going.  My feet have stepped (in the case of the above picture) where saints have walked. Where history was made. Where almost nothing happened. Where someone died. Where someone lived.

I look back to remember why I am going forward.  I think of memories (some painful, some glorious, some dull) and see how those experiences have shaped me into who I am.  Sometimes I like how they have shaped me. Sometimes I do not.  Whichever way the memory runs, remembering encourages me to keep going.

Where am I going?

Where will my feet be pictured next?

Apple Juice

Papers, Thanksgiving, freshly pressed apple juice, and death.

There are 2 days, 5 hours, and 11 minutes until Thanksgiving Break.

Before then, I have to write approximately 20 pages of paper. Two different papers, but both are 10-15 pages. So I could potentially write up to 30. But I won’t.

The Hallelujah Chorus just came on my itunes Christmas playlist.

I really want to go to Pret. But it’s in the UK and not the Midwest.  (I just saw that they have some in NYC and one in DC. If I do get to go to NYC for Spring Break, I am going to Pret.)

Actually, I really just want freshly pressed apple juice.  I never really liked apple juice until I had it in the UK. Why? All the apple juice I had there was NOT FROM CONCENTRATE. And they came in handy small bottles. I’ve tried Simply Apple and it’s not the same. Plus it only comes in a huge bottle. I’ve also tried Whole Foods 365 NOT FROM CONCENTRATE Apple juice. And it’s closer, but still not the same or in a huge bottle.

It obviously makes a diference when your juice is pressed the same day you drink it.  And when you’re drinking it in London.

I wish I had a picture of my favorite apple juice from Pret. Or the ones I got from Costa at Heathrow.  I’d also take a juice box of Apple with blackcurrant juice from the Co-operative. If there were a Co-operative store here, I would shop there.

My dog Bailey died on Thursday. I wasn’t there.  Now I simultaneously want to go home more and don’t want to go home. But it’s Thanksgiving. And I need to go home.

Now there are 2 days, 4 hours, and 55 minutes remaining until I can go home for Thanksgiving Break.

I just want some fresh pressed apple juice. Thanks wordpress for having “freshly pressed” slathered all over your website.

Time to go write some papers.

2 days, 4 hours, and 52 minutes now.

 

To Return Would Be Wonderful

A first glimpse of the town on Iona
A first glimpse of the town on Iona
A little road to walk on whilst on a pilgrimage
A little road to walk on whilst on a pilgrimage
Here I am on a bridge in Pitlochry, Scotland
Here I am on a bridge in Pitlochry, Scotland
My purple-clad toes in a Narnia-esque forest
My purple-clad toes in a Narnia-esque forest
It wouldn't really be a trip to London without a photo in front of Big Ben
It wouldn't really be a trip to London without a photo in front of Big Ben

Some days I would love to return to Scotland and England.

Ok, most days.

I am content where I am–but I miss these places dearly.

New Header

I have many pictures from my trip, but just a handul on my computer because my copmuter is incredibly slow and can’t handle uploading pictures.  However, I do have a lovely picture taken on the Isle of Iona for the header.  I’m pretty sure it’s of Columba’s Bay, but it could be another equally scenic point on the Isle.  Whatever Bay it is, it’s beautiful.