a pleasant day

I thought it might be nice to write a bit while I'm not completely stressed out at midnight writing a paper or cramming for an exam (though I am actually procrasinating a bit - I've got a leadership paper to complete, and outlines to complete for Reformation and New Testament study groups).

Looking back at my ideas of what I might be called to this summer - alas, I am not being called to the hills, nor to the ice cream shop. The hills would surely have been fun, but I decided that I ought to continue to immerse myself in Nashville life for awhile. The ice cream shop would also have been fun and fulfilling, but they're not looking to hire anyone else right now. So - the idea for the summer is:
-May in Peru and DC
-Eco-theologies course and Guatemala in June
-Teach Spanish to 3-5 year-olds for part of the summer
-Something else steady that pays money - maybe fill a bilingual nanny position with a family in the area
...So, what does that mean I'm being "called" to? The Spanish language, I suppose? How exotic.

What else? I thought I had something else informative or exciting to write.

It's a beautiful day outside the library window - a very blue sky, a few white, happy clouds, green and blooming trees, pleasant temperature. I'd sit outside to do my work if I thought I'd actually get anything done.

The Ages & Stages class today were great guinea pigs for the Ten Thousand Villages presentation, I got to meet a young couple who visited worship, more and more people are interested in signing up for the CSA, and I got to sit and chat with a couple from church at Baja Fresh after the service.

The semester is almost over, hallelujah. I shouldn't feel quite so free yet, but I can't help it. Listening to jazz doesn't help that much, I suppose. I won't switch it though - it's a good kind of freedom/relaxed feeling to feel, and being in the library should help me to stay decently "on task."

Not a very meaty blog - the nature of any kind of "journaling" or expression of any sort, I suppose - when there's turmoil, hurt, etc., floods of words, ideas, images, sounds, etc. come - but when you're in a good place, the waters aren't so muddied and you just want to sit and be in it.

Oh for clarity, oh for contentedness, oh for sitting.