The view after I wandered around for an hour alone in the woods while the sun sunk through to the layers of leaves, and my Vans (which I promised myself would never get dirty) got covered in mud and creek water. Somehow, my inexplicable source of data reached through the trees to my phone, where I miraculously was able to listen to music, traipse over to the wrong side of the river, trespass on really adorable cottages, and take the long and beautiful way back to my precious dirt road and the way to one of my favorite places on earth. Happy fall in Michigan, folks.
Missing you, Wheaton friends.
We spend the days wishing for something else, when everything we want is in the moments like decorating pumpkins with sharpies and taking deep breaths 'till the world collapses out of our control and into His, the only place it's ever been.
Don't let the midterms get you down.
Throwback to the first weeks of college when fall break seemed like an eternity away and now we are halfway through semester one and time never seems to slow down enough to treasure every moment as fully as it deserves, but at least we have photographs and run-on sentences to hold on to everything that has, in the blink of an eye, turned so precious, and isn't @lucykatebruno cute? She hates it when I say that, but I strive only to speak truth on my instagram.
I remember when I stubbornly shoved away the idea of college, much like my eight - year - old sister does now. Even after my eighth grade revelation that maybe I DID want to go, I still honestly can't say that college is this homebody's sort of thing (hence the only 30 minutes from home deal). But I can say that, somehow, I'm thrilled, which seems to defy all things my normal self would feel. But you know, those first 18 years of your life - that's an incredible journey, truly. I used to be terrified of change, and while I'm still hoping my mom will NOT move my furniture around while I'm gone, I'm finding that change is not such a scary thing always...It's what makes me excited for the next year. After all, if the first journey was incredible, what's in store for the next?
Now back to reading the Half-Blood Prince, because let's be honest, I'm not going to be able to fall asleep before midnight.
I've tried being an adventurer, and I've learned it comes in many different shapes and sizes, risks and dives and dreams and leaps...
The lake is by far one of the best versions. From afar, it dances and laughs and chases you until you just go to it, give in...and when you find yourself diving in and swimming towards the horizon, you realize this is endless, powerful, dark, and deep. The horizon is like the end of the rainbow, taunting you with its promises, gorgeous, hazy, but out of reach. The world shimmers between world's end and turquoise, emerald, and royal blue waves. Sky above and sea below, it's overwhelming and beautiful. Rip tides, black currents, sand, rocks, waves of the deep, unpredictable. That is the Lake, and yet somehow in its forceful power, be it a calm day or a stormy day, you fall deeply in love and you can't escape it.
One of my other favorite adventures is people, and they are not so different from the Lake. At the beginning, a relationship can mean little to you: harmless, insignificant. But relationships draw you in deep: they, too, are filled with bumpy rides, dangerous currents, wavy days and calm days. People, like the horizon and the rainbow's end, can seem impossibly distant, can make promises they don't keep. People hold enormous power, they are dangerous. And yet - they make you fall deeply in love. They are beautiful, gorgeous, too. Overwhelming. And before you know it, you are as in love with them as you are with the Lake.... Excuse my rambling, that was primarily for me to process thoughts. Enjoy. Paddleboarding is magical.
The Count and Les Mis, two of my favorites, gift card choices courtesy of @christyhelm and fam - thank you!! Perfect for the lit major who is about to have no time to read outside of classwork, but man are they gorgeous...