Night with a Friend

It was far to cold and far too wet to walk home. Well, it was under the circumstance of a good friend with an extra couch. So I slept at Mari-cats.
After running around the school in our nighties tucked into our socks (so they would not get wet) looking for my memory stick I had left in the library... we sat down for tea and devos with the holy book. It led to a reflection about meat consumption, the practice of eating the dead, and I begin to wonder if I will become a vegitarian.
This led to further reflection that I am turning into the sort of female that I have always feared. One who wears hemp cloths, big circle earings and relatively sophisticated when it comes to isues of global justice. I think I have always feared their confidence. I hope I don't scare away too many little kittens.

Now it is morning and the day begins in full swing. The Ishmael paper is due in sociology. Lots of fun.

The trouble with improv is that it is not funny unless you are there. I can not blog about my improv class, it would be like explaining a joke from another culture. It is sad because I laugh harder during that class than I laugh all week. This was very surprising to me. I didn't know that it would be so fun to turn slowly into a fly. Or to construct a monster who Irish dances....
Again, you would have to be that and that is too bad because we are missing some really good times together.

Little Grey Kitten

new voice

Well, I am finding my voice again. How long since I posted? Well, more how long since I was active? I spoke with a friend about blogging. He was not impressed with the movement as there were far too many voices. I have felt that, and thus ceased to write. But I am now learning to be comfortable with the idea--it does take a while to learn to be comfortable being one in 6million people and a speck in the universe. I am learning that my voice is all I have, my active participation, and the time I have is the present.
The nature of the content will be drastically different. I am now writing as a feminist, first of all. I also have ceased to follow the metanarative of Christianity. I am leaving it in search of a more wholistic one--one which not only includes myself but also the whole earth. I also am writing as a gardener. And a student, which is not new.