Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Adventures Calling!

I'm coming to that point where I need to decide on a destination for my year of SMing next year. This is a pretty tricky decision. I want to go to Eygpt pretty bad, but the more I think about it, I feel like it's becoming impossible to get past the multiple barriers standing in my way. Maybe this ISN'T the place for me? Not sure I'm convinced yet, nevertheless I stayed up late last night looking online at the calls, and writing down a few of my options. Indonesia, Malaysia, Ethiopia, Kazakhstan, South Africa, Fiji, Tanzania, Costa Rica, Thailand... III! So many options! How do I choose? I can't even pick out cereal at the grocery store without at least 15 minutes of serious consideration, how do I pick a country to live in for 8-10 months in just a few weeks!? I get antsy just thinking about it! I need to get out of here! Leave this country and start celebrating life somewhere else!

Sunday, February 26, 2012

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking,
what I'm looking at,
what I see and what it means.
What I want and what I fear.
-Joan Didion

Saturday, February 25, 2012

Our Scales

"But the lion told me I must undress first. . . .

I was just going to say that I couldn’t undress because I hadn’t any clothes on when I suddenly thought that dragons are snaky sort of things and snakes can cast their skins. Oh, of course, thought I, that’s what the lion means. So I started scratching myself and my scales began coming off all over the place. And then I scratched a little deeper and, instead of just scales coming off here and there, my whole skin started peeling off beautifully, like it does after an illness, or as if I was a banana. In a minute or two I just stepped out of it. I could see it lying there beside me, looking rather nasty. It was a most lovely feeling. So I started to go down into the well for my bathe.

But just as I was going to put my feet into the water I looked down and saw that they were all hard and rough and wrinkled and scaly just as they had been before. Oh, that’s all right, said I, it only means I had another smaller suit on underneath the first one, and I’ll have to get out of it too. So I scratched and tore again and this under skin peeled off beautifully and out I stepped and left it lying beside the other one and went down to the well for my bathe.

Well, exactly the same thing happened again. And I thought to myself, oh dear, how ever many skins have I got to take off? For I was longing to bathe my leg. So I scratched away for the third time and got off a third skin, just like the two others, and stepped out of it. But as soon as I looked at myself in the water I knew it had been no good.

Then the lion said — but I don’t know if it spoke — You will have to let me undress you. I was afraid of his claws, I can tell you, but I was pretty nearly desperate now. So I just lay flat down on my back to let him do it.

The very first tear he made was so deep that I thought it had gone right into my heart. And when he began pulling the skin off, it hurt worse than anything I’ve ever felt. The only thing that made me able to bear it was jut the pleasure of feeling the stuff peel off. You know — if you’ve ever picked the scab of a sore place. It hurts like billy-oh but it is such fun to see it coming away...

Well, he peeled the beastly stuff right off – just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times, only they hadn’t hurt – and there it was lying on the grass, only ever so much thicker, and darker, and more knobbly-looking than the others had been. And there was I smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me – I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I’d no skin on — and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again. . . .” -C.S. Lewis The Voyage of the Dawn Treader

Friday, February 24, 2012

Teacher Apple

Monday I got my first "Teacher Apple."
It makes me feel so official.

I take the kids out to recess everyday and I notice the change in warmth that's starting to creap back into the earth. It reminds me of this last Fall. I watch the kids kick the soccer ball and run down the field, and beyond that I see the girls running around playing horses and house, and beyond that I see bikers and runners along the sidewalk next to the fence. It reminds me of just months previous and the good walks and talks, the bike rides, the runs, the friendships made just taking that road down to the end and back. So much has changed since then, just in the past few months. I can't wait for the adventures of Spring!

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Inbetween Notes

Music is found in the silence between notes. -Kraig Scott

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Valentine's Day!

I'm usually anything BUT a fan of Valentines Day, but today was the BEST Valentine's Day I've EVER had! Thank you Shannon for the flowers and card, laughs, car painting adventure in the rain, Starbucks and Blue Palm dates, thank you grandma for the yummy dinner, thank you sister for the $30 cappuccino cheesecake. I LOVE you all! And now back to my no dessert, no coffee, no caffine, goal... at least for another month and a half. I LOVE Valentine's Day!

Sunday, February 12, 2012


When you let go of trying to get more of what you don’t really need, it frees up
oceans of energy to make a difference with what you have.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Those Sneaky Boys...

It all started when a few boys wanted to go on an adventure. So I decided I'd tag along, little did I know what was REALLY going down. A few boys skipped out at the last minute, and I didn't think much of it, but then I got back from cow tipping and walked into my house to find my lights not working, my table completely saran wrapped. Everything was a mess! I immediately grabbed my scissors and got to work tackling the table first. After I'd finished with the table, I was a little less shocked and everything started to be ok. Man, they pulled it off. They were GOOD! DANG! So I didn't get a picture of the table, but almost everything else.
They saran wrapped my fridge, ALL THE WAY AROUND!
They stuffed my microwave full of ALL THE TOILET PAPER IN THE HOUSE! Which happened to be about 16 rolls... oh and they threw my ipod and student id card in there as well...
Saran wrapped my coat hanger... couch pillows...
...the pillows on my bed...
...turned my bookshelf around...
and the one good soul out of the 15 guys, did my dishes.
3 of the boys came back to check on me and help me take everything down, turn my lights back on (turns out all you have to do is screw the light bulbs all the way back in, no need to worry), and turn my bookshelf around. They explained to me how easy it is to break into my house, and how I should probably lock my windows. Ha! We laughed, and they wrote on my facebook so the world new how good they were. Those sneaky boys! It totally made my night! My week actually! What joksters.

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Bowl of Ice

I remember being young and sitting next to a bowl full of ice to help me fight sleep. The movie would almost be at the good part and I'd try SO hard to keep my eyes open like my friends.
Man, sleepovers were the best.
I love sleepovers! I love going to my grandma's house to stay with my sister in her soft, comfy bed. I love having friends come to my house and sleep in the bed next to mine. I love lying there in the dark and spilling secrets, insecurities, dreams, inspirations, goals... I love watching people wake up with bed head hair and squinty eyes. It makes me grin.
I feel like I have lots of sleepovers these days. But I always forget to bring the ice.
These days, I wander through my day to day life without it. Sleepy, a bit lazy, drained, just completely out of it. Sort of like being poisoned. I think it's the poison of the world that's finally getting to my head. I had a friend point that out to me tonight, and I think it's time I grab my bowl and fill it up again.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Friendship, Philosophy, & Art

Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art... It has no survival value;
rather it is one of those things that give value to survival. -C. S. Lewis

Monday, February 6, 2012

Glad he likes cookies!

It's like they say, "desperate times call for desperate measures."

About face!

"I know you inside and out, and find little to my liking. You're not cold, you're not hot—far better to be either cold or hot! You're stale. You're stagnant. You make me want to vomit. You brag, 'I'm rich, I've got it made, I need nothing from anyone,' oblivious that in fact you're a pitiful, blind beggar, threadbare and homeless.
Here's what I want you to do: Buy your gold from me, gold that's been through the refiner's fire. Then you'll be rich. Buy your clothes from me, clothes designed in Heaven. You've gone around half-naked long enough. And buy medicine for your eyes from me so you can see, really see.
The people I love, I call to account—prod and correct and guide so that they'll live at their best. Up on your feet, then! About face! Run after God!"
Revelation 16: 15-19

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Let There Be

Darkness hovering
Grasping everything it sees
Void empty
Absent life and absent dream
Let there be
Angels toil and crack open scrolls of ancient dreams
Countless worlds of his
Brilliant stars and breath and stream
Let there be
Where there is darkness
Let there be light
Where there is nothing
Let there be light

Thursday, February 2, 2012

The Gift

Sometimes,the rain makes me think harder, deeper.
And some days, the sunshine makes my smile brighter.
But either day, either way, Time still controls my world.
It never ends.
It separates. It heals. It pursues.
It rushes. It lingers.
It’s swift. It’s always been.
It’s not enough, yet somehow it is.
It’s intentions are pure.
It is a gift.
So think deeply Karalee, think hard.
Shine brighter Karalee, smile with radiance.
Take full advantage of the time you’ve been given.
Drain every last bit you can muster from it.
Learn. Grow. Create. Embrace. Delight.
Live it out, live it freely, and live it well.