[insert your life here]

I love collage.

evidenced in our home office. Melissa, Veronica and I fill the walls with pieces and pictures of our lives. Veronica's massive calender. Melissa's Rose and catscratch tic-tac-toe match with Uncle Billy. My posters ripped off poles and walls in Europe. we've brought our lives together in this small space and the edges are meeting and adhereing to one another.

I love college.

evidenced in class today. In TV and Culture we talked about advertising and Professor Kevin begged the class for their views on the consumer molded hearts that have been created. Class said: we can't do anything, we go along with it (rar). Kevin said: It doesn't jive with a Christian worldview. We need to engage this not just eat it because it's been placed before us. Then tonight in IDIS, our professors in the first two rows of the far left seating section caught my eye. They are treated to some of the most interesting topics, discussions, arguments in the world and they're hungry for more. With worn faces they listened to the lecturer. They've heard this; they've wrestled with it before; they're hungry for more, though tired.

I love chamomile.

evidence in the present moment. The composite herb from Europe and North Africa has medicinal qualities that will put any tired heart to sleep. The day was lovely. I am discovering the necessity for random encounters with people, nature, and other forms of beauty. Also the necessity for structure to be mentally able to experience such things. I sat on a bench for five minutes taking in the golden leaves of the trees; I watched hearts by the hearth of a fire before the Mars' Hill meeting; I appreciated the chill of coming winter on bicycles with my sister and dear friend Zach; I fell into a couch with Veronica to discuss life, controversy, love, and friendship. The evening was beautiful (Happy blue birthday cake, sarah).

I love sleep.