ME VOY ! Don't forget your Shoes love !

A message from the Center:

So there's no avoiding it now. I'll have to introduce myself to the imaginary people that are not reading my blog. Or at least to my poor blog who I impolitely scribbled all over without a proper greeting. Okay, let me be upfront:

I have a really hard time writing/talking about myself. ME. What's goiiiiing ON. The story. I'd rather sprinkle stardust around and have us all watch the moon, listen to someone else's song. I'll set the tone, but don't make me talk about my stuff.

Maybe it's a fear that mine will sound boring or cliche or you won't really get it. Someone might think I'm dumb. Something like this.

Well, time to step it up sister. Time to just DO IT, for lack of a better expression. Guess Nike didn't go too wrong with that one.

Well, here I am living in Boulder, Colorado now. I moved from Portland (my real home) and didn't know a single person here. I was just becoming comfortable and somewhat ..happy??... in Oregon with everything I was doing.

Now I'm starting a graduate program at Naropa University in Religious Studies. Orientation started yesterday(thankgod) and classes will start on Monday. For the past two weeks, I've been drinking beers with my hometown visitors, wandering around this new city, collecting knick knacks (sp?) for my room, exploring the cafes I'll be living in for the next two years, running along the creek trail, meeting some interesting folks with interesting names, and for the most part, trying to console the little lonely voice inside of my stomach that is shaking and squealing. I really hate the word squealing but, really, it's been squealing. It's scared, it doesn't know this land; it doesn't know these people and worse yet, these people don't know me. That little voice wants to be known so bad. I've been telling it not to worry. I understand, I say. Be patient dear one.

Well, today I was walking to campus to register for my courses and I noticed that I hadn't heard the little voice too much for about a day or so. I thought I'd check in.

"How are you doing?" I asked it.

I say "it" because I'm not really sure of it's gender.

And ya know what? It told me it was snug. Snug as a bug and then flashed me a picture of a small smiling head tucked safely inside a mother's kangaroo pouch, at which I became quite excited at the thought that I might be a very good mother.

So here I am. Me and my snug bug, ready to go. Finally. Ready to consume this new plot of earth, new school, life of mine, journey, stage, brain, heart, and pie-rich story that I'm cooking cooking. Yeah bakers, I'm cooking a pie.

xo