they say home is where the heart is, right? well, I want to go home. trying to live with your heart stretched thin is no fun.

Do you know where these roots go?

The breakfasts at our hotel here in London are glorious. They actually fill me up for a good four hours, which is nothing short of miraculous. First you choose from fried or scrambled eggs and bacon or sausage. Then they bring you a large amount of toast and good English tea. I even put cream in my tea here- it cuts the bitter edge the of the almost overbrewed blackness. As if this were not enough, there is a table laden with mandarin orange and grapefruit segments, yoghurt, weetabix and cereal to choose from. And sometimes, if you get there early enough, there are even croissant. The yoghurt here is so much better than American yoghurt- so smooth and creamy, and not too sweet. Mmmm.

It's amazing how a good breakfast can put everything into perspective. At least for awhile. 

truth we are all abiding in your will

It is storming right now- a glorious, satisfying storm with thunder and lightning and great sheets of rain pouring down. This is the best time to feel either lonely or loved, I think. Either you can be alone and a part of the storm in your solitude or with someone you love and completely sheltered from the elements by the affection of the other person. Perhaps there is some happy medium- being with a person in a storm and wrapped in their cherishing and yet still letting your soul be out in the rain and lightning. 

With that said, whenever it storms like this something in my soul compels me to go out into the wildness and join in the liquid dance, with the thunder as the beat. 

Good day sunshine

Life is Very Good right now. And also frustrating. But mostly Very Good. It is quite incredible to me how a single person can turn life into an entirely new (entirely wonderful) experience. Things that were previously neutral or normal are suddenly filled with meaning, and daily tasks that used to be mundane are epic endeavors to be conquered because I have to face them alone. 

Speaking of epic endeavors, these blasted papers I have to write are quickly becoming nothing less. I "work" on them all the time, and yet nothing ever quite seems to get done. Whoever thought leaving papers off until the summer was a good idea, anyhow?