Pies and Papparazzi

Once again it's been forever. Blogger has been giving me grief and I've had saving and posting issues. I finally figured out this evening that blogger would rather cooperate with Firefox than Safari.

I've had a long day, with both high and low points. The lowest point was probably our Old Testament test early this morning. We had somehow convinced ourselves that the test would be multiple choice. Lo and behold, there was not a single multiple choice question on our four page test. I was prepared for the matching and discussion questions. Unfortunately the short answer kind of threw me. Ah well, that's over and I know I didn't fail.

JoAnna and me

In other news from #10, the paparazzi have invaded. Several of the people from the study abroad office are here for several days. This includes a little film crew - a photographer and a cameraman. This made the test even better. I was filmed taking the test and I hadn't even showered yet! Then again, other people were still in their pajamas. I actually feel kind of special walking around Oxford with a camcorder and photographer documenting my every move.

For OXTA we headed to the Bodleian Library and New College. Right now my computer is telling me that I spelled Bodleian wrong. I'm having a bit of a giggle fit because spell check says I should spell it "Caboodles". I don't think my roomies find this as funny as I do. Anyway ... I love libraries and the Bodleian was amazing; it's so old and so beautiful. The aroma of musty old books never gets old either.

A niche in the old city wall

I don't recall ever going into New College before, and it is really a lovely college. The gardens are beautiful, surrounded by part of the old city walls. It also has lovely cloisters in which, of course, some of Harry Potter was filmed. Actually, I'm beginning to think that every building in Oxford has some sort of claim on these movies.

Acting out a scene from Harry Potter (I'm supposed to be a ferret)

I took JoAnna and Meghan, two of my new friends, by my old house this afternoon. I just love walking through the twisting passageway, past the Turf Tavern and down the cobble stone pathway of Bath Place. I enjoyed showing it to my friends and pointing out the crooked lines of the beams of our ancient residence.

It's busy here, as always, but my tests are over for the next two weeks. Unfortunately I still have plenty of homework and another required field trip tomorrow afternoon. I've also been busy buying plane tickets and musical tickets. Phantom of the Opera will be at the end of October and Greece is coming up at the end of November. I'm so excited!

I ended my day today in the best way possible: with coffee and apple pie. We came home and picked apples from the trees in our back garden. The apples are a tad bit tart, a bit like a granny smith apple. However, they are absolutely delicious when baked in a pie. We found a no-crust recipe online which was amazing. The crust is supposed to sort of form on its own as there is flour in the mixture. Ultimately, it was a fabulous apple pie and we had a ton of fun baking it. It truly feels like fall over here. The leaves are quickly changing, blazing a bright red trail throughout the town. Apples are ripe and the weather is cooling down. What a lovely fall day!

Homemade apple pie

Healing Waters

Bath Abbey

This weekend was much better than last. I finally got a chance to lay back and relax. I even went to the spa. Jacque and I headed to Bath last Thursday and went to the Thermae Baths. We didn't do any of the treatments, but swam in the pools and relaxed in the steam rooms. It was wonderful to journey to Bath to do what people have been doing for centuries. The Romans have used the same hot springs since the first century. The water in the spa is the same natural thermal waters that feed the Roman Baths. I do not think the waters healing properties were lost on me. At least, I certainly feel much better now. The water and steam truly revitalized me right when I needed it most.

Trying on corsets and crinolines

This week has been busy so far, and things won't calm down for a while. Classes are going into overdrive until we leave for Spain in eight days. We have tests and papers and readings all crammed in before our departure. It will be a busy week, but the beaches of the Mediterranean await me when I'm finished.

Streets of London

Because hate is never the answer.

"He who loves not, lives not." ~ Ramon Llull

Streets of London

(July 7, 2005)

I walk down the streets of London

Taking in the sights

A plastic curtain stretches across a street

Behind the screen, a red silhouette

The shell of a bus

Police tape and caution signs

Keep curious onlookers at bay

And block the entrance to King's Cross

I cross to a corner, just a spot along the street

Now a memorial to those who were lost

Where people come to lay down flowers

And posters and letters and signs, all saying, "I miss you"

Missing posters line the path through the park

Echoing this forlorn sentiment

And everywhere I turn I am reminded

How hate ends lives and prejudice destroys

Nature is God's First Missionary

"Nature is God's first missionary."

I love this. So often, nature is where I find God. The natural world points to God, to His power and beauty. During 9@9 last night we thought about creation and mulled over our awareness of God as creator and redeemer of nature. During our discussion Max Lucado brought up the afore-mentioned quote. I believe powerfully in that idea: creation speaks loudly of God's majesty.

O LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all of earth! You have set your glory above the heavens. From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger.

When I consider your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have set in place, what is man that you are mindful of him, the son of man that you care for him? You have made him a little lower than the heavenly beings and crowned him with glory and honour. 

Psalm 8:1-5

Why?

This weekend was not a particularly good one. My bad luck began when I finally made it over to the Oxfam bookstore only to discover that the volunteer spots are full. Every time that I was going to head out to the store, something seemed to come up. And, of course, I let it because I'm such a scaredy-cat. It turns out, I don't actually like to go in and talk to people that I don't know. So, now I don't know what I'll be doing for my volunteer work. Unfortunately, procrastination never pays off.

I found out Saturday evening that the Blenheim International Horse Trials were canceled because of heavy rain. Nothing gets canceled in England because of rain! It was just too dangerous for the horses, so the cross-country and show-jumping phases were canceled. I went through great lengths to get my ticket and, thanks to a tip from one of my favourite people in the world, had actually bought my ticket on ebay. Now the ticket is just sitting on my desk, never to be used. So sad.

I have a project that has been moved up a week so that I now have to present this Monday, instead of a week from Monday. I just found out about the changed date this morning. Of course, I haven't even read the 100-page chapter that the presentation is over (and neither has my partner). I don't know how we are going to get this done, since we have church activities all day tomorrow.

All in all I'm very frustrated right now, perhaps even a bit angry. Nothing seems to work out, even when I put a lot of effort into it. So tonight, I'm wondering why. Oh, why?

Happy Birthday, Mom

This is the first time that I have been away from my mom on her birthday. I am so sad that I am missing it today. So, on this birthday I'm going to let everyone know just a few of the reasons why I love you. And without further ado, I love you because...

... you laugh so hard that you can't stop

... you always end every conversation with "I love you"

... of your smile

... you always typed up my papers

... you play with my hair

... you helped me make things grow

... of Eskimo Kisses at night

... you disciplined me and made me a better person

... you held on tight when things got hard

... you let me go when I needed learn for myself

... you make my favourite foods

... you make me into a woman of God

... you taught me to cook

... you rubbed my back when I was tired

... you cry through movies, just like me

... of the example you have set

... of butterfly kisses at bedtime

... you made me lemon juice and honey

... you love me

... you are my mom

Happy birthday, Mommy. I love you so much. I hope that your day is filled with love and happiness and is amazing.

Rambling

Today we went rambling. Ron took our group out to Dorchester and we began our day in the beautiful Dorchester Abbey. The Abbey Church of St. Peter and St. Paul was begun in 12th century. It has a very simple interior and my eye was immediately drawn to the wonderful 14th century wall paintings. The church also houses a shrine to St. Birinus, who is mentioned by hte Venerable Bede.

14th century wall painting

We left the church and headed to the foot of the Wittenham Clumps. The walk was beautiful, though quite muddy. I was very thankful for my Gore-Tex shoes. Our journey took us through a hayfield and across the Thames, alongside a flock of geese and beside lumbering cows.

Looking across the field to Wittenham Clumps

Several of our people stopped to participate in a service project, working with the Northmoor Trust. The rest of us began our trek up to the top of the hill. I didn't realize quite how steep the hill was until we had already begun our climb. Unfortunately, my asthma decided to kick in. By the time we reached the crest of the clump, I could barely breathe. I felt like such a burden to my group as they all stayed up there for a good half-hour while I tried to compose myself.

I must admit, I was fairly scared and even sort of panicked at one point. I just got so dizzy, my entire body began tingling and at one point my vision completely blacked out. One girl mentioned that I looked like I was on laughing gas! All that being said, I cut my walk short and went home without completing our ramble. Ron brought me back to the houses and while we waited for our bus we had a lovely chat about medieval monasticism. I'm fine now, breathing a lot better, though my chest is tight and I am completely exhausted.

From the top of the hill

I did have a nice day rambling through the English countryside. The weather was lovely - it didn't rain until I was safe at home - and the scenery beautiful. I really would love to go again.

Beautiful ivy, displaying the colours of fall

Stairway to Heaven

At 9@9 last night we focused on Genesis 28, the story of Jacob's dream of heaven. Jacob lays down on a stone one night and has a dream in which he sees "a stairway resting on the earth, with its top reaching to heaven, and the angels of God were ascending and descending on it." (Genesis 28:12) God and Jacob make a covenant and when Jacob awakens, he erects his stone pillow to distinguish that holy place.

For Jacob, this was a thin place. His marking it ensures that everyone who might pass by would know of his holy encounter. Just a couple of weeks ago, I happened upon a place that seemed exceptionally thin. I was not able to erect a monument, as we were driving at the time. Anyhow, I don't find that stones make exceptionally good pillows...

We were in Ireland and driving from Dublin to our cottage in Ballyvaughan. Roads are very unclearly marked and we were forced to stop and ask for directions. We were pointed to the road that we were looking for, but the man recommended that we go a different way. We decided to take the road that we had already planned on. This tiny, winding road took us up into the heart of the Irish countryside and we soon found ourselves in the middle of nowhere.

Our tiny road

I'm not sure that our driver and navigator (Mom and Dad) enjoyed the drive quite as much as I did, as they had to work a little harder. For me, however, this was one of the most powerful moments of my entire week. The scenery was stunning, indescribable. We passed a giant waterfall, discolored by the minerals in the rock. It sprung forth from the rocks, falling hundreds of feet. Purple heather and lush grass carpets the hills and valleys. Rocky crags line the road and occasional sheep look up at the rare passing car. I felt as if I were at the top of the world and if I only rolled down the window, I would touch God. I was listening to "Celtic Reflections on Hymns" on my iPod. The beautiful "Father Hear the Prayer We Offer" came on and the lyrics hit me hard.

Not forever in green pastures

Do we ask our way to be;

But the steep and rugged pathway

May we tread rejoicingly

Not forever by still waters

Would we idly rest and stay;

But would smith the living fountains

From the rocks along our way

Our drive was not classically beautiful, but rugged and harsh. Mist obscured our vision and settled lazily in the valleys. It was not an easy way to drive, especially once the heavens opened and rain poured down. But we must tread these difficult paths and our way is not always easy. Even so, beauty can be found in hardship. The extra hours that we spent on this road wore me out, but I wouldn't do it differently if I had the chance. God touched me in this rugged, rough terrain. To witness this beauty, we had to brave the perilous, twisting road. We have to climb the rocks to see the mountain view and we must brave the storm to see the rainbow.

But the amazing thing is that God is there. He is everywhere, but on this one road in Ireland, He was almost tangible. This road was was a sort of stairway to heaven and I could feel God coming down.