Some days, such as today, all I want to do is to hop on a plane, take a taxi, get on a train, take a ferry, ride on a bus, take a ferry, walk up the road to the Mac, and live on Iona forever.
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?
I am thankful. I am thankful for being here where I am. I am thankful for all the opportunities God has given me, such as going to college and traveling to Scotland, and continues to give me.
I just hope I use them wisely.
I still would like some notfromconcentrate 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.
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.
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.
I don’t look my age. I’m 21, but I look about 14. If I’m lucky. This has been a little weird here in the UK because people think I’m too young to be on a university trip. Well actually, stranger, I’m in my fourth year of university, thank you very much. Sigh. Because of this contrast between my age and my appearance, it was decided a few days ago that it would be fun to go somewhere that required being carded/ided just to see what would happen.
Well, that happened. When we were in Edinburgh, a group of 4 of us went into a pub (restaurant) where you had to be 18, even if you wanted to just eat and not buy alcohol. We made the unfortunate choice of sending me first into the restaurant, so of course they wanted to check my id. I provided my driver’s license and it was rejected, probably because it was an American driver’s license and the waitress didn’t recognize it. She wanted my passport, but I don’t carry that with me. Well, we didn’t want to eat there that badly anyway and so we went somewhere else.
Yes folks, that is my life. I am old enough to be in certain places and they still won’t let me. Sigh.
I’ve been told for years now that I’ll be thankful for this whole looking younger business when I’m older. I’m still waiting….
Until then, though…I guess I’ll just have to keep looking 14.
So, I really like Scotland. The scenery is aboslutely gorgeous. The people are also pretty nifty. We’ve spent a couple afternoons playing ultimate frisbee with local kids (yes, I’ve been playing ultimate, be amazed). Another thing that I love about Scotland: It has magically helped me to be able to eat breakfast. I’ve had breakfast every day for almost two weeks now. And this isn’t just a little breakfast, this is a bowl of porridge, a pear, a piece of toast and a cup of tea breakfast. I haven’t eaten breakfast on a regular basis in years, just because I’m either not hungry or I don’t feel well in the mornings. So, I’m allergic to Scottish nature but I can eat food at any time of the day here. Oh well, can’t have everything.
My time at the computer is up now–hope to update again soon!
Today we had the opportunity to go and share in assemblies at the Pitlochry schools. One small group spoke to the high school about Ultimate frisbee and how being a part of a team is like the church. Another group demonstrated knot-tying to 7-11 year olds as an example of how Jesus can free us from the sin in our lives. I helped to lead the group talking to the wee children ages 4-6. We taught a song, then gave each children a penny and talked about Abraham Lincoln as one of America’s heroes and tied that to talking about our ultimate hero Jesus. It was really great to be able to share with these students, especially because most of them are not part of a church. They have religious education in school, but most don’t have any other kind of religious instruction elsewhere. We’re off to go play ultimate frisbee with the youth here now. Good times. Well, someone will be playing ultimate frisbee. I will probably be watching due to my lack of athletic skills.
I am in the midst of my adventure in Scotland. We spent about a week on the island of Iona, which is quite a unique place that deserves it’s own post upon further reflection and time on a computer (because right now I only have bits of time). After some more traveling, from ferry to bus to ferry to night in an Oban hostel to a train to a van ride, we arrived in Pitlochry, Scotland. We’re staying at a center in the back of the Pitlochry Baptist Church and we will be doing work with the church for the next 10 days. It’s currently raining for one of the first times here, so I now feel like I’m really in Scotland. The trip has been absolutely amazing thus far and I have tons of stories. But not tons of computer time. So we shall see.
So I’ll leave with a random quote from the day:
During a play of monkey in the middle/keep away with a ping pong ball:
“All’s fair in love and keep away from the short people.”
Oh, and anyone expecting me to come back with a Scotish accent may be disappointed. It’s more likely that I’ll come back with a Minnesota accent, because that has become the accent of choice for a few of us. I have no idea why, it just started happening….we’re odd like that. We’ve been having a splendid time together as a team and lots of funny things have happened. Don’t worry, there will be stories.