At The Coffee Shop tonight, we talked about The Muppets. If we were muppets, Stephen would be Stateler & Waldorf. Adam would be Gonzo. And me? Steven pegged me as a Kermit. And he’s totally right.
What muppet are you?

Today was a day that none of my clothes seemed to look quite right.

the beems and i on the swing, originally uploaded by lindseyalyce.

Thanksgiving break was busy. And I didn’t get to spend time with as many people as I would have wanted to. But to those of you I did get to spend time with- let me say that I enjoyed it wholeheartedly. Emily, I loved putting curlers in your hair and laughing with you on the swing. Julia, hanging out with you is always full of hearty hearty laughter and conversation and comeraderie. Casey, you are my sister and I’ve missed you. It was so bloody good to sit on your bed and chat again and thanks for the cookie dough! Catherine, talking with you was like drinking a big cold glass of milk. It was so so good. Adam, it is always a pleasure.

And to my relatives, you are all so warm and welcoming and vivacious and the pie and turkey was amazing and I love the fact that we share the same gene-pool.

And now I am very glad to be back home in Madison. I love it here.

This is my sister Emily. Toots. The Beems. As you can tell, she totally rocks. Rocks my socks off.

School requires responsibility and staying put and not vagabonding around for days and months and weeks. Rather than heaps of good conversation, I have to study. And I find this really lame.

I wish I didn’t want to be in school.

But I do want to be in school.

Lame.

A fire has risen above my tombstone hat.
I don’t want learning, or dignity,
or respectability.

I want this music and this dawn
and the warmth of your cheek against mine.

~Rumi

And that’s all there is to it.

*note: I’m not being gooshy- the poem’s about God.

(I love late November because the leaves are gone and I can see everything more clearly- not just the sky.)

I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.

Now my loving is running toward my life shouting,
What a bargain, let’s buy it.
~rumi

(I get to read a big beautiful book of Rumi for Islam class. This class reminds me why I’m in college.)

Adam and I chatted on the sofa. Well, I mostly chatted, he mostly listened. I was a bit tearsy, with little white drops falling now and again. I said, “I would rather ache and search for God than find everything else in the world. That not-having is more real than the having of anything else.” That is true. And I would give my life for one Touch on the cheek because those brushes and glances and kisses are what make my life alive and I’d rather live one day with them than a hundred years without. I am thankful for this ache that keeps me awake tonight. I am thankful for life and I am thankful for longing. And I am thankful that I am longed for.

Good night and sweet dreams everyone.

Someone that really cares a lot about me said yesterday that their biggest wish for me was that I would always know love.

I thought about it for a while, and I couldn’t think of a better thing to wish someone.

What do you wish for the people you love- your family, your friends?

Thursday: sunshine. high of 68 degrees
Friday: wet wet wet snow snow snow.

Welcome to Wisconsin.

(yes, i like this weather)