The lake booms, the ice cracking as we walk on it. It sounds like a gong, sometimes far, sometimes not too distant. It is breathtaking, it is quiet, almost surreal. It is peaceful, there is a restoring calm to the moments I spent on the lake. The winters, the snow, has grown on me. This was a break well-spent. I had reservations about leaving. The semester has been rough, and it felt wrong to leave. There are always too many things to do, even as I am teaching myself the art of saying no to the things I like, to avoid playing the busy game.
It is an unusual time in my life, I feel extraordinarily cherished and loved and challenged by everything and everyone around me. It makes me want to be better. I am back, the madness has begun, I just decided to take on another role in a student-organization today (which I enjoy tremendously). I may be traveling soon, and most importantly, I don't think it is all that cold! It goes to show you how relative life can be. I leave you with some pictures of my trip from Bemidji, Minnesota, where I spent Thanksgiving with some friends and their family, especially an adorable almost two year old who said my name. Yay! :-)
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| Last round of ice skating |
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Blimp at my first ever ice hockey game
(followed the next day by an almost
identical second ever ice hockey game) |
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| Walking across the lake |
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| Gorgeous winters |
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| Frozen lake |
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