All Shall Be Well

I've pulled up this window multiple times to write something the past few weeks and have consistently failed to actually do so. To be honest, my life has not been terribly exciting as far as events go. The semester trucks along with tests and cute little elementary education projects. I finished a 48 hour internship in the Jackson Public School system at a middle school. All the sort of thing that are fine and good to happen, but not much for words. I haven't taken the time in a while to try to pull words out of that sort of mundane. I do think that is a worthy attempt, and for that reason I have pulled this window up yet again to write something, though a meager something at that. I'll present bullet points, because they at least will keep this from being a lengthy meager something. -The weather may be interesting to talk about. Right now its cold outside and I'm inside by a fire. If you were here too, we could remark on how delightful such a thing is. In any case, however, too long on that subject signifies we either can't or won't talk about anything nontrivial. That being said, we'll leave the weather at that for now. -Venturing into the world beyond weather, the generalities of my life are going well. I like my house. I like cooking. I'm keeping busy. I'd like to decorate for Christmas. I registered for classes and am taking some interesting ones, including 17th century literature, which happens to completely catch my imagination and thus the class could hardly not be interesting. -I feel a little disconnected from life sometimes. I would rather not admit that such a thing is the case, however. Its a little easier to pretend everything is normal. Melancholy is hard to explain to the average concerned friend wanting to know how you're doing. It seems inconsolable, incurable, unsympathizable, awkward, and unimportant. Where do you go from there? I am not sad or in need of cheer. Disconnected, but not sad. Somehow I think its probably a fairly universal aspect of being human, yet communication fails me. -All shall be well. All shall be well. All manner of things will be made well. Maybe that's something of what I'd like to say. I post it up on my site, and if I don't like it I'll realize it after a couple days and post something new so it can start moving to the backdrop. I don't suppose this is a very good thanksgiving post. I really do believe the last bullet point, though, and I'm thankful for the promise, and the journey towards the land where such promises shed the need for hope and become beautiful and more real.