Craft Mission

I got up at 6:30 today in order to get to work early. I drove all the way there and was about to get out of the car when I realized I had forgotten my keys. Since I was there early I had no way to get in. All that I needed was behind my office door so I drove back. Forty minutes. Once I had my keys and had left an encouraging note for my hubby who promised to diligently work on the taxes, bless his heart, I was on my way. I managed to get back before class started but was still late for class because I was trying to throw together some semblance of a lesson plan. Resolved to stay late because I have so much to work to catch up on I anticipated a short break and free dinner at 7 because a student had graciously given me a free ticket to a Chinese banquet. Unfortunately, it started at 6. I made it just in time for an extraordinarily long flute solo (I'm not a huge flute fan) of a song that repeated and expanded on the main theme about 25 times as well as the presentation which while remotely interesting was all information I'd already heard. I managed a cup of tea and a joyful nod from my favorite father-in-law. Now the sun has set (meaning I drive home in the dark with my foot anxiously and agonizingly hovering over the break pedal in case of a deer's delightful hop out in front of me). My acne is getting worser. My belly is getter largerer (yes, larger than larger). My net worth is negative (as my husband so delightfully pointed out yesterday). There is a chance I might not be able to fully pay my credit card bill for the first time next month. I won't be traveling to China for free this summer. And, I am so totally excited to be alive. "What!" you exclaim. I hear you.

There is no darkness that can penetrate the light.
So why close my eyes in fear?
This joy is such that will remain
even when I forget why it's there.

Don't hold me
Become me

Burn away everything
that's not yours

Don't give me strength
Give me yourself


I am.

I am.

I am.

May each breath from my lips, be worthy to speak your name.

Time to go home. Well not home, home. Just Grand Forks for now.

I just wanted to add that on my way home in the parking lot I got so excited to see Phil that I started running and after two steps I tripped and did a full fledged karate roll, only mildly less gracefully than a ninja of course. And, on top of that my scars were pitiful compared to the pain. What a cap! But, I did take out my anger on my road bike with a little help from the Psalters. Boy do they move my soul!