"Art is a line around your thoughts."
-Gustav Klimt
Accepted Students Weekend
I think I'm ready!
I went to an accepted students tour last week and the Academic Festival yesterday and I think that I picked up enough stuff to be ready to start in the fall! I met some nice people, amazing professors, and learned some cool things about STEAM education. Why the A for arts wasn't in the acronym in the first place is beyond me but I'm glad to see it back in the mix.
Can't wait for orientation!
Quote of the Week Wednesday
"Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach."
-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems and Drawings of Shel Silverstein
Missing Home
Calm After a Storm Lacoste, Provence Cote d'Azur, France
Today marks three years since I arrived in my forever home. Even though many wonderful things have happened since returning to the US, my heart is truly still in this beautiful village. There is something magical about the sloping rooftops; the rolling hills; the perfect rows of the orchards, the lavender fields, and the vineyards. The culture is kind and good-natured. I miss it terribly.
A connection with place and home is something I often think about. What is home? Home is where you are comfortable, where you are with loved ones. And sometimes it is neither it is a place that you connect to so strongly even without the connection to family, or familiarity.
After college, I moved back to my family house, my home. I am working in my old school district, my home. And next year I will be going to school at Teacher College in the City, where I feel like I can breathe again every time I get out of the subway and breath in my first breath of city air, my home. I have been back to Savannah where its charm, and warmth swallow you whole, especially in the spring, my home. Through all these places and people that I miss when I am away from them, I cannot help but feel that I miss my true home.
Is there a distinction between feeling at home and being at home? Can we have more than one home?
