|photo by Woods Pierce|
This past spring I wrote thesis, worked with the beautiful and talented Linden to design and construct the world of our production of All’s Well that End’s Well, including but not limited to making a giant pop-up book as the set for the play. It was pretty intense, and I’ve never been more proud of a production so if you’d like to read a lot more about that I recommend you check out our blog allswellindesign.blogspot.com. I also finished all my coursework for my second masters degree, an MFA in Shakespeare and Performance, and all in one month All’s Well went into performance, I took a very intense acting class (last class of graduate school) my dear friends got married, I finished up my job in the Program for the Exceptionally Gifted and I graduated. All of these were pretty emotional experiences, and all involved tears, except for finishing up PEG. I was an RA, you see, so I needed to hold it together for the girls. But we had some really special times right at the end in the PEG dorm. During finals week in PEG we always plan one activity each day for the “loud hour” study break in the evening. One of the last days of finals week, one of the girls had suggested we should make a blanket fort, and so we made the largest most amazing blanket and furniture fort ever. It spanned the entire common room, used about 15 sheets and blankets, two tables on their sides, a couch, rope, scarves and I brought homemade cookies down for us to eat inside of it, and it turned into a sing along of “I’ll make a man out of you” and various showtunes. That brings me to the end of spring, but lest you think I ended my time in PEG in May continue reading for the adventures in the summer!
|photo by Pat Jarrett|
And then.... I got engaged. There’s a few days between the two camps, and in those few days I went to visit Owen in Princeton. It was the evening before my birthday, and after a long tiring day in the car I got to him, we went on a walk, and that was that, and it was lovely. The next day was my birthday, so we had many, many, many people wishing us well. I had known that Owen and I would be really happy, but I hadn’t realized that so many people would be so happy for us both. It was pretty special. And, in case you were wondering, the ring belonged to Owen’s grandmother, and it’s really, really beautiful. Random strangers frequently tell me how much they like it, and it’s nice to say “it’s his grandmother’s ring.”
After the second session of ASCTC, I moved to New Jersey, home of the everlasting strip malls, terrible drivers and many people very dear to my heart. When I moved I did not have a car, a job or a place to live, and thanks to the generosity of Rebekah, her family, and some new friends Jenn and Joey, I was able to have housing and transportation while I found a car, a job and Rebekah, Abigail and I found a place to live.
In the Fall (or late summer, however you like it) I began working at Labyrinth Books in Princeton, NJ. I work walking distance from Owen’s apartment, and although being a bookseller is not my life goal, it is an excellent job for the year, a job that I enjoy, but that I do not need to take home with me, and am able to get involved in my church, spend time with Owen and my housemates and adjust to life as a grown-up, commuting to work, earning a paycheck, paying off school loans. Other highlights of the fall were a trip to Rheinbeck Sheep and Wool festival (which you can read about here) and our experiences with Hurricane Sandy. We were all fine, and didn’t sustain any damage, although we were out of electricity for about 4 days. Our stove runs on gas, so we were able to cook, and it was cold enough outside that our food stayed refrigerated on our balcony. Mostly it was a time with all of us (Owen stayed with us in our apartment) being together, playing Settlers by candlelight, singing hymns and reading Shakespeare out loud together. Not too different from regular life, just a bit more gratitude. Speaking of gratitude! One of the happiest parts of our house is the “Wall of Thankfulness” which is a wall (and now more than one wall) which we are covering with post-it notes, each saying something we are thankful for. It’s been such a joy to have around us as we eat and work together.
Which brings me to winter. Highlights have included housemate Rebekah’s chorus concert in which her students sang beautifully, and the auditorium was packed full of parents, friends, family, all eager to cheer their kids on. As a house we decided to fast electric lights, and go with only candles, and eventually string lights. That was an adventure that deserves its own post, but suffice to say, living out a metaphor of advent, of waiting in the darkness for the light of Christ was really painful and meaningful. I also spent my first Christmas away from my own parents, and with my parents-to-be! I spent all the surrounding days working at the bookstore, so I just had the one full day to be with Owen's family, but it was a wonderful day, and I'm growing to love them all more all the time.
Let me finish out by saying a few more things about Owen, and why I am full to overflowing with the joy of getting to marry him. Perhaps it is the brute strength of his gentleness. Perhaps his delight in the world around him and his eagerness to learn about it - the name of those clouds, the vein structure of this leaf, the tastes of new foods, and the history of places or ideas. Perhaps it is his mind--so quick, so skilled in making connections or seeing patterns, for a math lemma or the stitch sequence for a knit lace, a sharp mind paired with a generous, patient attitude towards sharing his knowledge, sharing the skills to making connections oneself. At his last class teaching this semester at Princeton his students applauded him and all said they were sad his class was ending. Not a class full of math kids. Not people particularly interested in the subject outside of that class, just loving it as Owen teaches it. Maybe part of the joy is the pleasure of doing things together with him, be it chopping vegetables for dinner, going on a trip to the museum in Philly (with crayons!) or just being in the same car. A couple years ago, he and I decided to draw an apple each day for 100 days, inspired by the Sharon Creech book Heartbeat. As we drew those apples the drawings started getting better. Partially because we improved with practice, but only partially. The apples started looking more beautiful in our pictures because we saw them as more beautiful, just by the act of seeing. Every day there was more to admire, the combination of colors, the texture of the speckles, the curve of the sides of the fruit or the little bit of the stem. It’s the same as loving Owen. I don’t just love him better now (now that I know him better, and have figured out better how to love) I love him more, because day by day I know more of him to love.
Happy New Year everyone.