full

I'm feeling full. And not in the belly-busting-big-meal kind of way. These past two days have seen more activity than my whole summer up until now (a day trip to Duluth, dinner with Kooistras, an impromptu job interview etc. etc. etc.)

But it isn't just activity.

I'm full of anticipation for a job...for a home...for roots in this place

I'm full of anxiety over troubled circumstances...questions of faith...an uncertain future

I'm full of joy for new friendships...simple surprises (such as beans on toast)

I'm full....
with plenty to think about
and so little to say

floating

We went to the beach today, Stephanie and I. Our Wallace and Pushkin needed a little sun. A slightly wrong turn got us a little lost, but we arrived at a much quieter beach than we intended, with no lifeguard which meant freedom to swim out past the buoys. We shared the sand with a few nannies and their kids who fished in the sea weeded parts of the lake.

We floated. Swam out past the buoys and laid back against the still water. Little tufts of cotton floated past in the blue blue sky. Suspended for a moment--cut off from your surroundings, the only thing you are aware of is your own breathing and the emptiness below you.

A swim back to shore, some cold crescent moon pizza, a few more pages read of Jest and we're back at 1300. My skin smells like lake and sunscreen.

My copy of Jest now has sand stuck in the creases between pages, when I open it I can hear the faintest crunch.

a heat index of 100

I woke up this morning not by alarm or chance. Instead, I felt the temperature climbing in the early hours of the morning and peeled back the layer of covers I had put on some time during the cool(ish)ness of the evening. My weather.com icon on my desktop blinked and the automated thunder claps (which still make me jump) crackled through the speakers. The large words: HEAT ADVISORY were all I needed to read. Staying inside our non-air conditioned home would not be an option today. And unfortunately I don't have to the stamina to put up with the heat or to rest in front of the fan like our basset hound friend to the left.

The immediate conclusion then was to retreat to the air-conditioned apartment of our dear friend Britta. Jillian and I packed up our books, computers, and movies to camp out indoors for the day. We are lucky to have friends that a) can afford such luxuries and b) don't mind sharing those luxuries in exchange for nothing but company.

We feasted on pizza with pineapple and green peppers (thanks Jillian) and watched Revolutionary Road. A film of social stiflement and emotional entrapment felt fitting when we ourselves were feeling stifled and trapped (by the humidity that is). The film was honest and filmed with a quiet but unsettling simplicity. Beautiful performances from both Kate Winslet and Leo DiCaprio. It probed into the lives of a seemingly perfect 50s suburban couple, whose veneer unravels as the film progresses. When faced with a life we didn't envision for ourselves, do we fight to find hope or do we let the emptiness consume us?

The day's activity (or rather lack-thereof) has left me feeling exhausted. It is strange to feel fatigue after doing nothing but lounging all day. I realize now how much we are built to work, or at least built to have a balance of work and rest. Having all this rest and free time (a gentler way of saying "I am unemployed") has had its perks, but I admit I'm anxious to find something to DO. I don't know how long this "sabbatical summer" as I've called it will last. So far the progress I had hoped to make hasn't happened. I have been distracted this week by circumstances out of my control and haven't felt myself for the past couple of days. Perhaps when I leave this funk I'll find some motivation to start the dreaded job hunt.

Everything is in transition right now and I think I need to accept the shifting surroundings, embrace what is here but not get trapped into doing nothing. "Here and there does not matter/We must be still and still moving" (err yes, another t.s. eliot quote)

I'm trying. And for now that will be enough.

the trying

For us, there is only the trying. The rest is not our business.- t.s. eliot (from east coker-the four quartets)

The trying. So here is my attempt. My raid on the inarticulate you might say. I've enjoyed reading others' blogs, but have never felt the urge to keep this one going. I guess I haven't found much blog-worthy material in my life as of late. But then again who is to say what is blog-worthy. These days anyone with a creative mind (or lack there of), access to a computer, and a load of free time on their hands can call out their thoughts into the endless cyber-space.

Here I am in the middle of my way, post-grad, new to the neighborhood of northeast minneapolis, unemployed, embarking on.... whatever comes next. Seems like a good time to pick up a new hobby. Knowing my restless self, I'll abandon this venture in a few months for a new one, baking perhaps? or crocheting? We shall see. I hope I can persist.

This is my end becoming a beginning.

ps--I hereby swear to not be so quote-heavy with t.s. eliot in the future, at the moment though his words are on my brain and seem a good subsitute for my lack of words. feel free to keep me accountable to this promise.

one year

I know nobody read this, but for my own sake I wanted to write in here one last time...maybe find closure, but it is hard to come by. One year ago I was buried in clothes and travel gear frantically packing my life into a suitcase to travel across the UK for three months. All of it still rests fresh in my mind and there rarely has been a day that has passed that I haven't wanted to go back. IU know the past can't be repeated, that's impossible. If anything I wish I could cement it in my mind, carve it into my frontal lobe so it will stay there always. I can revist it like wordsworth revisted tintern abbey on the streets of London. In the suburbs of Minneapolis I'll travel back to the fells of the lake district, or the highlands of scotland, the green pastures and sheep-spotted hills of ireland, the crowded tube stations, the bricked streets of stratford, or the cliffed coasts of southern england- back to the beaches of battisborough in my wool sweater, cup of tea and hobnob in hand.


I'll make it back there someday, if only in memory.

finals week....

sunset in cotswolds, england.
our house on the ocean near plymouth.
what class is like on england term
(Bethany, Caleb, and me)

our scene group at sheafhayne manor. we performed a scene from twelfth night.

(alex as malvolio, eve as fabian, britta as toby, i played sir andrew, bethany as maria)
lands end, england. facing home sweet home. ill be there soon.

Me and my man-David.

Florence, Italy

Greatest picture I took in Florence
can't go to italy without trying the espresso;)
beautiful fall day in Lake Como, Italy
BEST night in London (Hilary and I)

me and the eiffel tower (pretty obvious)
now we are in free travel. this is in Nice, France, on the med. sea (it wasn't exactly beach

weather, but it was still beautiful)
in cannes, france, at the spot where the film festival is held, those are mel gibsons hand prints.

gorgeous october day in cannes. i actually swam in this water.

Hilary, Kirsten, and Me in Cannes

Me, Hilary, Bethany, & Kirsten with our Godfather I & II deserts at Bella Italia in London. Yum Yum Yum.

Me, Caleb, Bethany, & Kirsten with the Peter Pan statue in Kensington Gardens, London
I met my friend Keri (fellow bethel study-abroader) in paris. This is at the Louvre
Quite possibly my favorite moment on this trip. this is thibault, he was a foreign exchange student our senior year of highschool. He is studying art in paris. We went out for gelato at Amarinos. the BEST gelato place in Paris.
class picture (minus joe) at luxemborg gardens in Paris (hemingway spot)

sorry these are out of order, but this sums up the last month or so for me. I will be home soon. (10 days!) so see you all soon.

love,

anne

hello

so i know its been a month and it is impossible to update what ive done in the last month in 6 minutes so i just wanted to say that i am alive and well and am having a wonderful time. i am in st.ives right now in the sw of england. in the past month ive seen a lot been a lot of places done too many things to mention and when i get home i will share the pictures and stories from this hiatus ive been taking. my deepest apologies to those that want to keep in touch with my life. i will maybe try putting up pictures in the future, but i only have 3 weeks left. YIKES. and who knows how internet will be in that time. i miss you all and i cant wait to see you in a month.

love,
adventure anne.