I can't believe that in two weeks I am leaving for a year and a half. I am going on a mission for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and I will be teaching in Chicago. I am real excited and I just can't believe it's already almost here. I will be gone until just before Christmas in 2010. I just can't believe it.

i just want to be outside all the time. my mom and i went for a hike and it was sprinkling, on and off, and it was so nice. it smelled nice and there weren't as many people because of the weather. i went disc glofing with my bff at dusk one day and it was so nice. the sun was going down and the course was greener than usual and seeds were floating through the air. i just love the outside.

Wet Blossoms

It is the height of spring. Warm one day, showers the next, and all the while the trees are heavy with tissue blossoms, so many and cut by hand. It is dark outside and raining, and I walk in the rain and touch the wet-by-rain blossoms. And this, this is what I want to be. This feeling, the soft and light of the wet blossoms that send droplets running all the way down my arm, from hand to armpit, and then down my side. It is the feeling of the water that my hair collects and sends off the end of my nose and the feeling of the rain that gathers on my chest and then runs between and down.

Desert Camping: San Rafael

On Friday I went on a camping trip in the San Rafael Swell, about two hours south of here (Provo, UT). My wilderness writing class went together, but it ended up being only eight people, including our Professor. The funny thing is, I missed everyone else individually, but didn't mind so much that our group was so small. The best part was this: we got there and we searched for firewood and we built a fire. Then, we just hung around the fire, eating and roasting mallows and just hanging out and talking. This is what I so excited for all week, the fire, and it didn't disappoint. I love a good campfire. And then I love to lay my head down and look at the stars. I am all ready to go again.

fall 2008

She said, I could marry a sailor; I think that I'd make a good wife...

High Uintas