Beginning, Again

It's been such a long while
since I gave my self to you,
took you in the tips of fingers
slippery with nervous sweat,
and sat naked, waiting.
Drenched only in ink,
stamping this world with impermanence,
I might dissolve, I might wash away,
but I might not, patient pen.

 

I think this is a good way to christen this new blog of mine... after years of nothing really I suddenly started creative writing again in the spring of 2010, and a flood has been pouring out ever since. The poem above was a reaction to my liberation from writers' sleep. I'll call it that, rather than a block, because it was an awakening, or a reawakening, of something in myself I hoped for a very long time that I hadn't lost. I think in many ways that's why I've started this, so that I can keep track of these thoughts as they come, keep myself honest. I hope whomever stumbles upon this, if anyone at all, will enjoy the words of a girl who just writes what she feels and sometimes sees, and tries to understand by thinking it all out loud. Sometimes it happens when I sing, but other times it happens with a quill and ink, or, in this case, a computer keyboard.

 

 

 I'd like to introduce you to my new home. I've been settling in Across the Pond for some time now, and York and I are having a delicious love affair. I love how small the city is, but I don't feel trapped. Upon first arriving I took a look around and saw that it's big enough that I will not feel big in it, that I will never have an excuse to feel bored, but it's small enough that I think I can secure a place for myself while I'm here, and I think I will be able to study and experience what the city has to offer in the little time I have-one year. The pace here is perfect for me. I find it almost luxuriously liberating, and I have, at long last, adequate time to focus on the music I love. I even get to spare a bit of time each day to experience this beautifully different part of the world and its adorable eccentricities. For now I will simply say that this place is magical, and, for whatever reason, I feel right being here.

Some views around campus and city centre. I seek to disprove the theory that England is dreary and sun-deprived with this first collection of photos : )

Step 2: Find someone to stand on this bridge with me and re-enact the Aniron scene from Fellowship of the Ring

   "The Quiet Place". Also my favorite place on campus. The sign above this bench reads "In celebration of the spiritual nature of all people"

I have officially exchanged the black squirrels of Princeton for black swans of York

Medieval church-turned night club. Let's hope future nights out will yield an exciting blog entry or two.

An evening view of my new home for the year. My flat is in the middle block.

Found this in a shop window- utter proof that I am where I belong.

 

I thank God for these signs every time I avoid looking the wrong way and getting hit by oncoming traffic. These are every bit a part of this American's Guide to Survival in Britain

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