fall 2008

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

High Uintas

Lia Farnsworth

From Lia's essay Art is Not About Art. Art is About Life:

"I’ve connected myself to you with a thousand shimmering spider strings, I said, and I want to twirl into them in a sticky climax of movement and tangle myself inseparably and breathe in the exhilarating dew of resulting perspiration, mine, and yours. I want to hold skin against skin and fit myself into the curve of your spine."

I just can't stop thinking about this part because it so well captures how I feel sometimes. Spider webs because some of the connections are just so small and thin, but strong. It isn't about each little web, but how big it is if you do twirl them together. We have spider strings.

Reconciling: the snow, the spring

Even though I knew not to get excited for the recent warm weather, as everyone knew it would not last, I could not help it. I get excited and hopeful, all the time. So, when it was warm, and I wore a skirt and no tights to class, and I went on a walk through Provo one day, I started dreaming about the spring. It was all parks and walks and bike rides and being outside and wearing less layers. But it started getting cold again and it snowed today. I couldn't help but feel a tiny sad, and then, surprisingly, glad that the snow wasn't totally over. I'm glad the winter isn't gone, because I do like skiing and I do think the snow is so very pretty. So that is what needs reconciling. Perhaps, though it does not. It's okay to like two opposite things, I think.

Today my personal essay will be workshopped in my wilderness writing class. This means that by now, everyone has read my personal essay, something that doesn't really make me feel happy. I don't think I really like everyone to know everything I'm thinking. I'm not embarrassed or anything about my experiences or my feelings, it's just that I don't like telling everyone everything because I like to keep some things to myself. Perhaps that's why no one really knows about this blog. I don't know if that is good or bad.

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