....erm...so yeah, if you read my mom's comment on my last entry, well, yeah, Guy came back. She COMPLETELY surprised Sammy and I and I started screaming when she walked in the room. Needless to say I am happy she is here. The Crunk Crew is not two but three.

My sem got out early today so my day is not quite as packed as I thought. I had time to buy books and get things done and even now to write an entry. I have a LOT of reading for all my classes but the books look quite good. I think they will all overlap and work nicely together as well. I like when my classes have a common theme. Last semester it was harder to weave them together. So I have hope for my semester. I just feel good about this spring. It is has started off nicely for day one.

I am glad to be back on campus as well. Today it is beautiful out and as I sit in my room now I see the sun high over the lake casting gentle rays through my window on to my bed, warming me gently. This is my favorite time of day. I truly live on a very beautiful campus. I feel comfortable in this moment.

Last night it took me a while to get to sleep. It is the sensation of being in an old bed again, living with someone again, just restless anticipation of the day ahead and what they hold.
Once I did get to sleep I slept very deeply and dreamt of my day ahead as happens. I am surprised that tiredness has not grabbed me yet but I am glad it hasn't. After my workout tonight I should sleep nicely I think.

Again, it is really nice being back in this room though, just on campus and seeing faces back from abroad and friends. I feel open this semester, like good things will happen. But maybe it is the telling of spring as well, the sun coming back and that my personal new year approaches in this season.
My soul seems to somehow rebirth itself and be stronger in the spring as nature itself does. I love the fall and the colors and walking along paths with the fallen leaves swirling in the wind and being crunched under foot...but fall is a time of the solitary. Fall winding in, pulling in while spring is a winding out, reaching out, reaching again for the sun as she touches you with her rays, gentle enough to say hello but not to burn, welcoming you and the earth to the waking wind of spring.

I don't feel afraid.
I don't feel like I am spinning out of my mind (yet).
I feel content with the future, content to let time slide through my fingers.
I am waking but I am still. I am still because I am out of the restlessness of dreaming and in to the steady world where I know my place, know that my feet stread steadily on the ground and are taking me wherever I am meant to be. So my soul is still in that she sits still and leisurely upon the easily pacing feet of life. She sits steady and ready and aware.

It is easy now with the first day but I still feel like I will be ready when the times are harder. Just re-find my rythem and reset my ryhme and settle on the notes and slow down the time.

Peace.
~Lo

Oh and hm...am I actually possibly becoming a regular daily writer again? Hm...the muse...she is coming back...the writer is coming back. At last. I think I've been waiting for this.